SURVIVING ON AN ISLAN WITH 3 DELINQUENTS AND A SLAG OH JOY!

AWOKEN

Awoken hopefully it’s a bad dream

Awoken by whimpers and cries from the ground beneath us, I start to fall into consciousness and my eyes flutter open whipping my eyes with my hands to clear my vision from sleep I hear the whimpers again this time their deeper and I hear grunt and movement sliding out of the canopy bed I crawl to the edge of the railing next to the wobbly ladder the fire eliminating the masculine figures pinning down a poor girl with escaping whimpers from her being, looking closer omg its Barbie what are they doing to her and before I can control myself I gasp out loud hoping that I didn’t catch anyone’s attention I look back over the ledge to see the 3 masculine figures have disappeared and Barbie is motionless on the floor, breathing heavily and rubbing my eyes hoping It was a bad dream I look at the ground and the dancing fire brightens the darkness to reveal blood red eyes burning into my skin I wince at his glare and try to move but I can’t, im frozen my body is unwillingly still, breath caught in my throat heart breaking through my chest and fear shooting through me like a wild fire.

The eyes continue to capture me until a gush of wind freezes me to the bone and I blink my eyes and shield from the icy breeze, composing myself I look back through clenched hands covering my eyes to see nothing no Barbie no fire no red eyes just darkness typical me thinking this until I realise my hands are closed over my eyes firmly not letting me see what lies beneath the tree house, not wanting to know the truth trying to convince myself it was a bad dream I’m going to wake up to my brother jumping on my bed teasing me and calling me a baby for having nightmares, crawling back to my canopy bed and laying down still eyes clamped shut I breath deep and fast still scared of those red eyes imprinted in my mind as I welcome the comfort of unconsciousness I can’t help but feel like those eyes are still watching me.