Nightmares Within Me

Night 1 Part 6

I laid down, ready for the next night of sleepless fits of terror with images playing through my mind. Almost three weeks I waited it out, hoped they would go away but to no avail. And so we begin again, three weeks later it's recap time. Time to begin all again, with the hoping, the restless nights, the acting like nothing is wrong while when I go home and try to sleep I have to see images that no one should ever imagine seeing. For those of you reading, this is going to be different than the past chapters. This is a quick little blip before I get into the next nightmare, a blip I've added in as I recap the first night. I've been writing the events down, mentally noting things so that I can write if they didn't stop, so here you all go. Part 6 of my wonderful nights.

As i began to wake up, my senses coming to life slowly before my mental and spacial awareness does, i realize something is off. The floor is cold, the sounds of my bedroom long gone, the feeling of a rock hard floor beneath me. I let out a choked breath as i begin to visualize where i am. Without even opening my eyes i knew i was back, knew the musty smell and damp taste of these walls as well as i know the scars on my body and the streaks of color in my eyes. I throw my senses out, everything i can gather from around me without opening my eyes yet. There's breathing, but from multiple people. Images flashed across my memories. People hanging from the walls, blood taking the floor look oil-slick, screams and moans of people i love emanating. I squeeze my eyes shut and count. Three. Only three sets of breathing. Then a fourth. I open my eyes needing to make no adjustment to the dark space around me, I'd grown accustomed to waking up like that. I turn my head to see that I'm chained in the center of the room, to the floor. I pull on the chains, testing their strength only to be disappointed to find the creature wasn't stupid enough to make them lose. I stood up, having limited room to move. I found move ten yards in each direction, with enough arm mobility to move them above my head but i had to work to manage that much movement. After assessing that i stopped and listened again. There was another barrier to my left where the four sets of breathing was coming from.

" You going to just leave me here wondering? Or are you going to show your ugly face you bastard?" I called out, and like that the barrier became translucent, not passable but clear. A window.

" Welcome back, babygirl. Did I give you a long enough break from me?" it said. At its voice, I closed my eyes. This was different than last time. I opened my eyes and looked at it. Its look was almost the same but instead, it now resembled a man, having a tall and toned figure. It still had no eyes, it's skin still white, it's teeth still razors, it's fingers still claws but look past the rest of that and it was the look of a man. Yet the voice it spoke to me in was a voice from my past, a haunting voice that filled my nightmares regardless of these ones.

" Don't call me that. And no, i'd like more time if i'm honest. Asshole." i spit back at it. The laugh of a young female filled the room. A 15 year old girl i knew and that i had tried so hard to push out of my mind. But there was no escape.

" But we have to much to catch up on, don't we." and with that it pricked the surface of skin from someone i hadn't even bothered to look at yet. Just like the first time, it was the same people.

Unlike the last time though they we're all still alive, injured but alive. Justyn was now taking the hit for my words. That familiar three inch hole hollowing out his stomach and the smell of burnt, melting skin filling the room. The scream of the girl next to him echoing through the room. Lillian was looking down at the floor where the blood was pooling. I look next to her to see Ryder. He was chained to the wall, more chains being used than ever. His wrists and ankles we're chained per normal, yet on top of that it was his biceps, his calves, and his thighs all pinned to the walls almost like they were creating a harness to hold him up. He had a gag in as well. It wasn't until i really focused that tears filled my eyes and i fought harder against my own chains. The metal collar that he wore was cutting into his skin the blood was running down his chest and onto the floor. The inscription on the collar was a deadly message to what he now thought.