The Attached

Friend

Ten years ago...

Bit by bit I began to wake up and gain consciousness, trying to figure out what happened earlier, and where I was at the moment. With my head pounding away, as if it was slamming against a wall, my eyes still felt heavy as well as my arms. Like I still couldn't move, and I didn't know why. Almost as if something was on top of me, but I didn't know what. I couldn't even lift my head up barely, rocking back and forth from side to side, trying to wake myself up more, and open my eyes. But I just felt as if I couldn't, as I let myself give back into the sleep waiting for me, faintly hearing a small voice near.

  "Hey, are you ok?"

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  Waking up awhile later, I felt much better than the last time. Not as tired, my head not pounding as much, also being able to move my limbs functionally. I lied there for a little awhile before opening my eyes, letting the new day seep into myself, trying to adjust and fully wake myself up. Man, that was some dream I had. Terrifying really. Except, I don't exactly remember what made it so terrifying. All I did was go to the park with my friends and play on the swings with them, so what made that so scary? I remembered in the dream my friends had to go home, and I stayed longer at the park. Although I wasn't alone for long, when a dog came up to greet me. And then there was this man. But what happened after that? That wasn't so scary. So what else happened in the dream that caused me to feel this way right now? This sort of frightful feeling? Fear?
Hey, stop worrying, it was only a dream. It's alright. You are going to open your eyes and be back in your room with the curtain drawn. Back in your room with the light blue walls, your striped green and blue comforter covering you, along with all your action figures scattered across your dresser. Doggy will be right beside you, cuddling up next to you on your bed, his soft brown fur and stuffed body, with his little black dotted eyes. And you'll have your stuffed animals hanging in the hammock in the corner of your room, watching over you, and everything will be ok. Mom and dad will be in the kitchen making breakfast, and Kaitlin and Johnny may still be sleeping, or in the kitchen as well. It's Sunday now, right? So that means mom is most likely making her famous waffles, with the whipped cream out and fresh strawberries sliced by dad. The white glass plates sitting amongst the kitchen table, and the maple syrup perched beside the toppings. The warm sunshine rays rushing into the house, no darkness what so ever. The fresh smell of lilacs from mom's favourite air freshener, being sprayed in the morning like usual, brightening up our day. Like any typical Sunday in our house, maybe dad and I could go play some catch in the backyard, if he isn't too busy. Or maybe Johnny would like to chuck the baseball back and forth. Or wait! My friends and I could go bike down to the park, play on the structure or swings in the afternoon. Yeah! That sounds like a great time!

Slowly beginning to stretch a bit, ready to let the sunlight from my open window blind me in my room, my hand suddenly hit a rather hard object by my head, causing me to shoot my eyes open and peer to my right. A hard, cold cemented wall was located next to where I lied, as a nervous yet off feeling began to sizzle up inside me. Peering over towards my left, the view of the entire room I was in took up my eye sight, as shocking fear stormed up inside me, causing me to jump up into a sitting position, backing up into the cement wall behind me. I was not in my room with the bright sun steaming in. I was not in my room with the blue walls and action figures and my stuffed animal dog. I was no where near my parents or my siblings, my family. They were not making waffles in the kitchen downstairs. No sunlight peeking in or the smell of flowers filling my nose. I wasn't in my room, I wasn't even in my house. What lied there ahead of me, I wasn't expecting at all. I was in a dark room, with cemented walls surrounding me, and a dirt covered ground below. A musty smell filled the air, the dust making me cough as if suffocating. The place I was kept in looked almost underground somewhere, with the grunge and dingy place lighting up slightly with a few lanterns in some corners, sitting on the floors. How did I get here? Where am I? Where am I?! Was that 'dream' really not a dream at all? Was it real? But where was this place? What was it? Oh my god! How do I get out of here? This can't be happening! No no no! No! No! No! I don't want this to happen! I don't want to be here! I want to be home! I want to be with my family and my mom and dad. I want to be curled up in my bed, in my own room. I don't want to be here! I wish I didn't go to the park. Why was I so stupid? Why did I go to the park?!