He grasped my neck and choked me as I struggled to get free. A grin spread across his face the more I struggled to run. I was sweating and crying wishing that it would just all stop. He tore off my clothes, article by article while I screamed, knowing what was about to happen. He laughed an eerie laugh and jammed his member inside me as my screams grew louder and my crying turned to sobs, echoing in the night.
"Haylee! Haylee! Wake up, it's okay, wake up!!" I startled awake to my sister standing over me with a concerned look on her face. I glanced over at my alarm clock, 3:20. Shit. It was that dream again..
"Sorry Brookey, I didn't mean to wake you up again..the dream happened again." Her blue eyes deepened their look of concern.
"I figured. I'm sorry hun, just try to go back to sleep, alright? Ill see ya in the morning." She turned and headed towards her room, a couple yards away from mine and I sighed. I don't understand why I keep having The Dream. I flipped on my small lamp on the bedside table and stared at my reflection in the mirror on the wall, directly across from me. I glanced at my long, wavy brown hair and pale white skin. I was so boring. Why did he pick me? Why did he have to return in my dreams? I shook the memory of him from my mind. I didn't really want to remember the man who haunted my nightmares. His dark brown eyes and muscular body. 'No more thinking Haylee,' I told myself, 'just grow up and act 17.'
I got up and shuffled over to my desk and grabbed my laptop. I hopped back into bed, turned off the lamp and flipped open my laptop, typing in my password. I went to YouTube and watched video after video of Onision, each video making my earlier feelings of terror and sadness dissolve into happiness. 'Thank god for Onision.' I thought as I crawled under the covers after sliding my laptop under my bed at 6 am. I let sleep take over for 30 minutes until the alarm jarred me awake for school.
I slipped into a pair of black skinny jeans and pulled on a Sleeping With Sirens shirt to go with it. I didn't feel like showering today. Too much work. I went to the bathroom and quickly applied my normal line of eyeliner to both lids and waterlines, a quick whisk of mascara on my eyelashes and finally, a layer of a dull, dusty rose pink on my lips. I grabbed my checkered bag from my room and made it downstairs with none of my family seeing me. I wasn't really in the mood to talk to anyone today, especially not Brooke, the only one who knew about my repeated nightmare.
I got in my old '98 mustang and drove off to hell. Erm, I mean school. I could feel today was going to be extra fun. Woo fucking hoo.
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The Lonely
عاطفيةHaylee, a broken, lonely 17 year old, meets the new guy at her high school. Through bullies, bands and bruises, the two become friends and meet band members and eventually they maybe become more than just buddies c:
