Thirty One Days

Wake

When my eyes opened to the darkness of my room, shock took over my body as I leaned over the side of my bed and began to vomit on my bedroom floor.
I wasn't sure how long I stayed leaned over but long enough for my body to ache from the tremors. After my stomach was emptied I continued to dry heavy for a few moments more.
"Mom," My voice as hoarse as I tried to force myself to yell, the acidic smell burned my nose and I tried to move my hair away from my face. As my hand whipped across my face I could feel something wet, pulling myself back into bed I realized that my sheets were soaked with something dark.
"Mom," I forced myself to yell, panicked spread throughout my body as my tremors too control. The room around me began to rock slightly as I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to steady myself and held onto the bed.
What was the dream? Why was it affecting me like this? My stomach heaved a moment longer before it settled and I felt myself gain some balance.
Sliding onto the floor I crawled towards the bathroom and tried to pull myself up with the sink. The fluffy white bathroom Mat didn't make it easy but I was able to do so, after a few attempts and was shocked by how pale I had become. My eyes looked sunken and watery while my lips were chapped terribly. A splash of red that sat against my cheeks was the only color.
My torso burned as I realized that I had a bloody stain on my night shirt.
Resting on the toilet, which sat next to the sink and across from my tub-shower combo, I tried to keep my breathing steady and avoid hyperventilating.
What was going on? What had happened? Was that more than a dream? It couldn't have been, I fell asleep and woke in my bed. Glancing down at my feet, my breath caught in my throat, grass sprinkled the bottom of my feet. It couldn't have been real, that didn't make any sense.
Crawling back through my bedroom, avoiding the pile of vomit that burned my eyes and nose I reached for my phone. Knowing I should call my mother but instead I dialed Istvan's number.
He answered immediately.
"Stevie?" His voice was weak and tired, something was wrong.
Tears sprouted and I couldn't hold them back, "I'm so scared," I sobbed into the phone.
"Was it a dream,"
"Yes,"
Things were quiet for a moment as I continued to deeply sob, causing my body to shake from the force and fright. My room was dark and no moon sat in the sky, the shadows around began to play tricks on me. Creating things that weren't there.
"It was a dream, remember that," Istvan broke the silence. "Remember that you're real, that your here in this world, remember you have your parents and Dylan and me,"
My throat hurt as my sobbing continued and I couldn't find the strength to control it, was this them breaking me? Have I been broke? Would things get better now that I've been defeated like this?
"You're stronger than you know Stevie," Istvan continued, "Please, please, don't give in." His voice seems to catch in his throat as he said this.
"What am I suppose to do?" I muttered though sobs.
"Push back," Istvan said clearly, "Don't give in to them,"
"How?"
"Don't let them control you,"
My sobbing continued as Istvan spent the remainder of the night trying to calm me down, and promising better days.
But I didn't believe him. I know what I saw in that dream. Something was coming and it was coming soon.