My Short Stories/ Ideas

Nightmare

I'm gonna make something disturbing. So warning I guess.

"Ow..." I rubbed my head in confusion and pain as I stood up leaning against a wall. "Where...?" I gasped. I was standing in a glass box under a single spotlight. Everything else was completely black with darkness. "H-Hello?" I called. There was no answer. I looked around me studying the little bits of my surroundings. Light reflecting off the glass, a rusting light above my head, sounds of water dripping and the groan of moving metal. I put my hands on one side of the box and peered out. Nothing. I sighed, not exactly sure what I was expecting to find, and turned around.

And peering at me from the other side of the box with a blank expression on her face, was a little girl.

"Hello," I approached slowly. "Can you tell me where I am?" She didn't answer. "Ummm... What's your name?" I tried again. Her face turned up slowly to mine.

"Have you ever wondered?" She began "What it's like to be stabbed to death?" I opened my mouth to reply but it was replaced with a scream as bloody wounds began to appear all over her body and pour copious amounts of blood into the floor and the box she was leaning on. It began to come from her eyes and I stumbled backwards away from her falling backwards. Her body began to dry up, her skin crinkling like dried paper, and she flopped over becoming less than a puppet. I pulled myself up against the opposite side of the box to the unmoving girl, my breathing heavy.

"Allision?" I turned around.

"Jake!" Behind me was my boyfriend.

"Ally look." He pointed to his face. I followed his finger to the spot he was pointing. His skin began to slowly peel off revealing blood and skull underneath it. I scream and backed away from him but realising I was headed towards the little girl I settled in between. "What's wrong Ally?" He asked his skull grinning. I looked away from him and closed my eyes, still panting. I heard a noise and opened them looking around for it, trying to avoid the sights beside me. In front of me, floating, was a favourite dress of mine. Hanging pristine and new. I reached for it, forgetting the horrible sights around me. I touched it and admired its soft fabric and beautiful design. Suddenly, the dress burst into flames and burnt my fingers as it crumbled into ashes. Without the dress before me I could see a reflection of me in the glass. But it wasn't quite a reflection. The reflection was wearing the dress that had just burnt to ashes before me and was smiling. I was most definitely not smiling. I watched as the dress lit on fire again and began to burn, slower this time, as my reflection just smiled and took poses in it. Her body began to burn with it and her high heeled shoes began burning too. Her hair singed and skin blistered and peeled before my eyes. I tried to scream but no noise came out. Finally she turned to ashes and I, frozen, stood stock still.

"A...lli...son?" I didn't want to turn around "A...lli...son?" I turned around. My sister, Ariana knelt on the ground just outside the glass, her chest with a gaping hole in it.

"Ariana?" I whispered.

"A...lli...son! H...el...p!" I began to hit at the glass.

"Ari!" I yelled "Ari! I'm coming!"

The glass broke.

"Babe?" I turned my head.

"Jake?" I mumbled.

"You were having a bad dream," He told me rubbing me for comfort. "Come on," his hand went to my belly "Our little girl's not gonna grow up healthy if you don't get some sleep."

"Ok," I mumbled.

"Hey," Jake began "By the way, what are we planning to call her?" I took little time to consider.

"Ariana," I replied.

"Beautiful name..." he mumbled and fell asleep.

"Yes," I thought "A fresh start for my little Ariana..."