A Willow's Wind

Chapter 3

     I wake up and look at my bedside clock that reads, 12:00 AM. I hear my door slowly creaked open and I automatically close my eyes. I hear footsteps grow near me until I feel warm lips press against my forehead. I feel this unknown person start to stroke my hair.

     Much to my horror I open my eyes to see a strange man looking at me maniacally. The man has a unique mask on, making it impossible to see his face. The mask is dark blue with some weird symbols written on it in white and holes for it eyes, nose, and mouth. The edges of the mask are covered by the hood of his white hoodie.

     Then I feel something cold and sharp against me and I shiver. I look down and see a shiny silver knife sticking out of my stomach. I see a dark, maroon shade of red puddle from my body and it flows freely.

     I am about to scream, but the put his cold dead like hand to my mouth and whispers, "Sleep." His voice is so rough and scratchy that I internally cringe. He pushes knife deeper through my stomach.

     I feel the knife going through my skin almost through my back and my nerves are firing off sending warning signals to my brain. I feel my life slipping away from me, but I keep on fighting even with the consummate of pain.

     My mouth is suddenly uncovered and I try to scream, "HELP!" but my voice just comes out as a small whisper.

     I thrash around back and forth, closing my eyes as tight as I can until I hear someone's soothing voice repeating to me over and over, "It's okay, It's just a dream." I feel strong arms wrap around my body, hugging me close, reassuring my safety.

     I slowly stop moving around in the person's grasp, but the tears do not stop flowing down my skin. With the person's soothing words I finally fall into a dream state again, but one without those wretched nightmares.

     I wake up to the sound of the song I set on my alarm, Prom Queen by Molly Kate Kestner. I look around me frantically trying to figure out if that was just a dream or not. I try to take a deep breath to calm myself. I decide to just try and get on with the day even though the nightmare still has me shaking.

     I take out a simple long sleeved black shirt, a pair of dark blue ripped skinny jeans, and a warm hoodie that says, "Hate U 2," on the back. I quickly change into them and open my bedroom door.

     I sprint down the stairs to the smell of mouth watering pancakes. Once I step off of the warm carpeted stairway I feel chilling coldness of the hardwood floor below my bare feet. I pout and think, "I should've worn my fuzzy socks."

     I reach the dining room and a stack of pancakes calling to me from the table.

     "Good morning princess," I hear from Dad as I sit down at the round mahogany table; eager to consume the delicious pancakes.

     "Morning," I greet him with a smile.

     I grab a fork and start piling the heavenly brown circles onto my white plate, so basically putting two on my plate. I reach out with my right hand and grab the syrup. I open the cap and it makes a satisfying click sound. I squeeze the bottle so that the brownish clear liquid comes out. I grab my fork and quickly start to eat the divine pancakes that leave a savory taste in my mouth.

     Once I'm finished I grab the lunch that my mom packed and put it in my backpack. I swing the grey strap over my shoulder and grab my keys off the counter.

     I head toward the front door and put on my beige converse. Once I finish tying the laces I hug my parents saying, "I love you." And I leave through the brown wooden door and head towards my car.