Nightmares

Chapter One: The day begins.

I'm in a desert. I don't know which one or where, I'm not familiar with the geography around me. it's like nothing I've ever seen before. An endless patch of gritty sand, but yet there is only one sign of civilization, a beat down gas station. I'm in a 1958 Cadillac with the top off laying down in the backseat. I'm not feeling well. I see three others around me, I know they're my friends, but I don't know who they are, just blank faces.

     The driver is a man and he seems to be helping my cause by getting some kind of relief pill from the gas station. The others follow him and I am left alone. I look up to the sky, it is clear and there are no clouds. my eyes are fading in and out of darkness as I partially see the sky fade into black, for it to be returned to sky again.

     I start to wonder when they're coming back, it seems like it has been forever. I see a figure above me and I think it's one of them but to my surprise it is not. This figure looked too surreal. The look of it had taken me by surprise, but I didn't move an inch for the fear of it doing something horrible to me. It was in a long and black hooded garment, much like the Grim Reaper, and where the face should have been was nothing but a black abyss. No matter how hard I tried to see its face, I would never find it.

    It looked down at me haunting me with its darkness. I couldn't move or speak, it was almost as if it had me under some kind of spell. I tried to see if my friends were coming back, but then a black substance dripped slowly onto my shirt. It looked and smelled like automotive oil and I became very confused. I looked up to the figure only to see that the substance was dripping from the inside of his hood where his head should have been. I began to scream.

"hey! hey! You're OK!" my little brother said, while violently shaking me from the terrible nightmare.

I gasped for air as if I had been sleeping without it the whole time. I felt a lingering race in my heart as it said it thudded through my ears. I looked around me and it was morning already. It took me a moment to realize my brother was still staring me with a worried look on his face.

"I can't take all these nightmares Coop." I told him. "I'm not sure if they will ever go away."

"Don't you think you should go to the doctors?" he asked, a little scared himself.

"Cooper, I've already gone countless times and it didn't work out." I said as I went downstairs to get breakfast.

"Hey I made an appointment for you to go to the doctor." my mother mumbled as I entered the kitchen.

"What is that going to do? You know I have gone so many times and all they do is prescribe me pills that make it worse!" I started to get angry. I just wanted a life where everyone around me wouldn't obsess over my problems.

"All we could do is keep trying honey. I want you to be healthy, so just go to school and worry about it later." she stated.

I'm on a long road heading to the woods and it is night time. The trees have a haunting affect on me, as if something is terribly wrong. I don't know what street or whose car I'm in. All of a sudden, a truck from behind speeds up around us and rams into the glass window next to me. The glass shatters in my face and makes an unforgettable sound. Everything turns black.

Awake again. Thank goodness. My heart is pounding with terror and I'm wide awake now. I can't even get five minutes of sleep without it having to be a nightmare. Damn it, I fell asleep in class again.

"Oh look who's awake in my class." my teacher teases. I knew she hated me.

I said nothing and grabbed my things and stepped out of class. I didn't want to let someone ruin my day but it was hard since I was different. Everyone was always on my ass. I went to the locker located in this empty hallway and sat on the ground of a thousand foot prints, but I didn't care if I got dirty.

As I sat there in silence, I pondered my life. I felt myself drowning in my own body with such discomfort. I had no way of telling what was a dream and what was reality. I didn't relate to anybody. My long brown hair was beginning to frizz because of all the sleep. I didn't even want to see what my face had turned into, it probably looked as though I were a stoner, just getting high and sleeping all the time. My eyes hurt, they were probably as red as the devil himself. I closed them to feel better then that's when I felt myself drifting off again..

His mother is crying on the couch. We have to leave. We walk out the front door to see how dark it is outside. It must be three in the morning. My heart is racing, I'm scared and I don't know why. "There she is!" a boy yells next to me, every word making me more worried. I didn't see anything except for a movement in the distance. It's a girl, probably around eighteen and she is running out in the street with her long flowing dirty blonde hair waving in the breeze behind her. I felt scared for her.

"Man, what is it with me today?" I mumbled to myself, still feeling scared for her. Whoever she was.

I heard a laughter coming from above and looked up. One of my very few friends, Rodney, was looking down on me while opening his locker. I slept until class was over again. It was becoming a problem.

"What are you laughing at butthole?" I said while trying to hold my laughter. As much as my conditions bothered me, I've learned the only thing I could do is try to make it more positive.

He chuckled a little bit more before he answered, "You are just a very entertaining person, that's all."

He grabbed his book for next class, "Are you going to make it today? You seem a little off." He continued.

"Yeah, I think I'll be fine. I should grab a coffee before class starts. I'll see you in a few minutes. Yay for science!" I yelled as I waved my arms around and walked towards the cafeteria. Rodney laughed and headed to class.