Sweet Dreams

Chapter Three

Chapter Three:

I can't remember what I fell asleep thinking about, but I know for one thing that whatever it was, it brought terrifying nightmares into my head. Nightmares that I couldn't control; nightmares that I'm sure would make anyone scream in their sleep.

I dreamt of Blake. It was a memory I had blocked out for many years, though I had dreamt of it a few times before. However this time the memory had been altered so I had the upper-hand.

It was in year 10, I was 15 and close to finishing the end of the year. I was kept back quite late because I had a meeting with a teacher. I was kept behind for around two hours, so I left at five'o'clock instead of the usual three'o'clock. I can't remember exactly what the meeting was about, but in this particular dream it was because of my grades, as well as a private science lesson. I've never been a fan of science.

When I left the high school to go home, I turned a corner into an alleyway. I knew it was a stupid idea before I did it, but it was the quickest route home and I didn't want my dad to worry, plus it wasn't as if it were dark outside or anything. You'll be fine, I managed to convince myself.

I don't know how, but for some reason Blake knew that I was going to be taking that short cut - maybe he saw me cut through a couple of times previously - and he was waiting there for me. 

Instantly, my breath was caught in my throat. 

"Bit late out today, aren't we Scar?" Blake laughed bitterly.

I turned around, deciding that it would be better just to walk away. Though I didn't even make it two steps back before I felt a hand grab the collar of my shirt and pull me back.

Choking on my shirt, I fell to the ground, kicking and attempting to grab hold of anything that would save me from being dragged to whatever torture Blake was going to put me through.

Nothing was in my reach, apart from dirt and grass. 

Scream! I told myself. Scream, and scream loud! But I kept quiet, just as Blake knew I would.

There was a corner that turned into a different, more isolated alleyway, in which Blake continued to pull me back with the back of my shirt. 

I've never felt so terrified, not even to this day. There are no words that will ever be able to describe how traumitized, how frightened, how completely alone and petrified I felt. My heart was racing and I thought for sure that I was going to have a heart attack.

He let go of my shirt and I tried to scramble my way up, but he was one step ahead of me and stomped on one of my ankles. Hard.

My face scrunched up in pain and I swear a yelp escaped my lips. If my ankle wasn't broken, it would've definitely been a miracle.

I looked around, trying to figure out where I was. This alleyway was completely new to me, I hadn't noticed it the other times when I was coming home. Although I never paid much attention.

The ground was solid pavement, though it was also broken into small rocks which I felt cut into my back. 

The alleyway was quite wide; wide enough for at least two cars to drive by side-by-side. There was a high fence that seperated the alleyway from wasteland on one side and a forest on the other. 

I could hear faint and distant cars from the main road, but I knew we were too far away for anybody to hear us, especially since it was rush hour as everybody drove or walked home from work. Even if they could hear us, they would just think we're children playing in a garden somewhere - they wouldn't pay no mind to what was actually going on, and even if they had a hint they would just ignore it.