I wake up screaming. Clutching my covers like there my lifeline. My eyes are wide and alert as I look around. I see out my window, that's it's raining with extreme ferocity.
I trough the covers off my sweaty body, and swing my legs over to the edge of the bed. I put my shaking hand up to my soaked forehead, and closed my eyes as I breathed in deeply.
"It was just a dream." I tell myself.
"Only a dream."
But it didn't feel like a dream. I was in the hospital with Peter, comforting him as he was in pain. Then he disappeared right under my trembling hands. The room became dark and there was thunder outside, and lightning.
"Help!" I scream at the top of my lungs."someone help me!" I start to cry uncontrollably as my hands move violently around the covers trying to find where he'd gone.
I cover my eyes with my hands. Someone rushes in. I boy, a-a nurse. "Daniel?" I say trembling.
Just then he starts to walk toward me with a scowl on his once sweet face."Daniel," I say slowly backing away. He just keeps coming, his hands balled into fists.
"Help me pleas!" I plead for someone's help. Daniel looks murderous in the blackness. Just then, thunder bursts from outside and lightning flashes making me jump.
When I turn again, Daniel's face then disappears, and he walks mindlessly through the room.
"Uh!" I gasp with fear.
The room then shifts and waves as it disappears from under my feet. Then I am submerged in water, the ocean. My hair spreads everywhere, and I look around and see Peter unconscious, slowly sinking in the water.
I start to swim toward him as fast as I can. Then something grabs my ankle. I turn to see faceless Daniel tugging my to the bottom of the ocean.
I struggle to get loose. I kick him in the head and he releases me. I look around and can't see Peter."NO!" I scream, noticing that I am under water. I start to suffocate and fall to the ocean floor. My hands outstretched in front of me as I sink. My eyes open but burning now. Right as I hit the bottom I awaken from this awful slumber.
YOU ARE READING
Shattered Glass
Short StoryI stared at myself through shattered pieces of a mirror that was once whole...much like my heart. I don't know how long I stood there, just looking at my disoriented reflection. There were glass shards all around, and I didn't care to clean them up...
