In the dream, I was sleeping. I know it sounds weird, but I was. I was watching me sleep, my face peaceful in the moon light that shone through the window behind me. The corners of the room was so dark. The lamp beside illuminated the side of my bed, decorated with white flowers and blue herons. Not my usual covers.
The wind outside picked up slightly, fluttering the leaves on the tree limbs that seemed to line the sides of the view. A low whistling resonated through the windows. It was peaceful.
That was when I heard the slow turning of the knob. It wasn't the normal sound, which was next to none. Instead, it was the long, agonizing screech of metal against metal. My blood began to run cold. Whatever it was, it couldn't see me. Could it?
I could see in the corner of my vision, the top of my brown door slowly opening, like the result of a gentle push. I jumped in my head when the door clashed with the wall, thudding loudly. The wind outside picked up, becoming a little more violent.
The atmosphere grew eerie as I acknowledged the scratching of branches alongside the siding of my room. Unwillingly, my gaze travelled up to the window behind the bed. I felt the need to scream. A dark figure blocked out the moonlight. My heart stopped as the figure seemed to grow darker. I could vaguely make out very dark purple eyes. I blinked once, for clarification. I had to be losing my mind. Then, I shut my eyes tightly.
I could hear my heartbeat in my ears. I was breathing consciously, my mind scattered. I had to open my eyes sometime. But I felt my mind arguing against it. My heartbeat began to sound hollowed out. I felt watched. Against temptation, I flung my eyes open.
There was nothing in the window. All it revealed was moon light and trees. I unconsciously released a breath of air. That was when I looked at me.
My heart ran up in my throat as I took in the grisly details. My legs were sprawled over the bloodied sheets, the blankets thrown to the ground. My shirt was shredded down the middle, revealing the sides of my now bloody breasts. Blood gushed from the wound across my neck and down my chest. The meat was jagged down the slices. It had been slow and deliberate.
I couldn't breathe as I looked over my torn body. My pants were bloodied, just as the shirt halves. The pants were buttoned, indicating it had not been a sex crime. I was horrified. Then, I saw the blood that surrounded the back of my head. Suddenly, a voice, deep and menacing, resonated within my head.
"It is not your body I desire, it is only your love. Your emotions. Your desires." As I watched in horrified stillness, I could feel the horrible pain of a knife digging into my left breast. ME, not the corpse on the bed. I gasped in my head as the knife slowly tore through meat, circling the heart.
"What do you desire, Missus?" I screamed in me as I felt an invisible hand reach into my wound, wrapping it's fingers around my heart. "Tell me..." The fingernails slowly pried the veins and arteries, tearing them from me. "...And I will deliver." That was when he stole my love, my desire. My everything.
"What do you feel, Sarah?"
I sat up rigid in my bed, sweat beading my forehead. I breathed rapidly, struggling to catch my breath. My night gown stuck to my back. My shoulder length hair stuck out in rifts, the blonde highlights shining through the brunette. I instinctively pressed my right hand to my left mountain top, discovering that I was not an anatomy lesson at the moment. I sighed in relief, the haunting voice repeating itself in my head. What do you feel, Sarah?
"Dang!" I cried out under my breath, in fear of being heard. I rarely ever yelled. I swung my legs over my blankets, which were brown and pink stripes, thank you very much. I nervously glanced behind me, and saw no window. It was just a dream, Sarah.
I slid out from under my covers completely, planting my feet firmly on my hot pink carpet. I stood up, my crumpled gown rolling out underneath me. I stretched my arms above me, a yawn following. I rolled my head on the top of my spinal column, muscles and bones popping in relaxation. Just as I was beginning to loosen up, I lazily glanced at my bedside table where my clock sat.
It read 7:20 A.M. I'm going to miss my bus!!!
"Crap, crap, crap!!!" I whispered as I hurried over to my dresser, and clumsily opened each drawer, and chose an article of clothing at random. I undressed myself to my under clothes, then quickly slid into my striped short cropped shirt, plaid skinny jeans, and a red bow to attempt to keep hold of the mop on top of my head.
I was fully aware they would NOT allow my shirt, so as I scrambled into my shoes on the way downstairs past my parent's bedroom, I grabbed my jean jacket to cover up, despite the 80 degree weather. As I jogged out the front door, I cried out, "Love you, Mom!"
I stumbled off the front porch just as the door shut behind more violently than I had anticipated. The two front trees that seemed to act as sentinels stood daunting as I ran down the sidewalk, and quickly turned to my left. I sprinted down the sidewalk, where I could see the school bus picking up its final stop.
"Wait! Mr. Magee! Stop!" I yelled as the bus began to pull off several feet ahead of me. Panting, I slowed to a stop, bending over, trying to catch my breath. I listened to the screeches of the bus' brakes as it pulled around the block, driving out of view.
"Dang it..." I mumbled under my breath. I straightened up, then began to sprint down the road towards the school.
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My phone read 7:37 A.M. 8 minutes till school started. And I was in the school parking lot. I jogged in between cars, expertly dodging mirrors and hoods. I stumbled out into an opening. I gasped as I felt my clumsily tied shoes unravel, and rip my feet from underneath me.
I collapsed to the ground, my elbows smashing onto the cement. My knees threw my face to the lot as needles of pain coursed through my feet. My chin hit the road, peeling away the thin layer of skin. Small beads of tears welled up in my eyes as I struggled to sit up. That was when the squealing of tires against cement erupted around me.
I looked up fearfully, and saw a beaten up Bronco skidding towards me, the head lights blinding me. My heart stopped as I sat, frozen like a possum. My breathing faltered, my tongue caught in my throat. My eyes widened, as I slowly read the front tag: YOLO.
Don't I know it?
