I was scrambling in bed; a nightmare is on its way. I felt the cold of its touch, the heat of its ideas that go around in its brain. I knew, when it was coming, people scream in my brain. People scratch at my body. However, the only thing that scares me is the dream that’s on its way. You may ask me ‘how do you know when it’s on its way?’ I say, ‘I know, because it has happened to me many times before in the real life of the awakening, when the person has struck, it makes the pain go away.’
One Day Earlier
“Thank god we’re out of there, if I had to stay in that classroom, I swear I would have killed Miss. Belcher!” Susan yelled in annoyance.
“I know right, I wouldn’t be able to handle my brain any longer.” I say, not so sure of myself.
We walked in to the canteen, the smell of the food makes me sick, I hate eating meat it makes me scared as hell. The red of the skin, the juice that comes off the brownest part, the way it slivers on to the plate, the animal that’s killed and then cooked just to feed another soul, when it will die on it’s own, one day anyway.
“Ginger cake.” I say to the canteen lady. She gives me carrot cake instead. I walk to the table where I hang out, the rectangular table in the corner, where I can hide from this cruel world. It’s a silver table with carvings on it. ‘I love Kaylin forever’ for example.
“Look at what the canteen lady gave me,” I said, “a carrot cake.” Everyone looked at me like, ‘so, do we care?’
“Hey Ella! Heads up!” yelled Amanda Blare, but it was to late, the cream tart had already landed in my hair.
“Sorry,” she said sarcastically, that made everyone laugh. I ran to the nearest bathroom to get cleaned up.
I went past my locker to get my spare top. When I opened my locker a note fell out. It felt heavy and was stained with blood, which made me scream. There was a finger attached to it. I knew that finger like it was my own. It was my mum’s.
I opened it and this is what it read,
Dear Ella,
I have seen how unhappy you have been in the past fifteen years. So lonely, so innocent and so tragic. It makes me feel sick inside I’m going to bring it to an end. For you and all your family tonight, at six o’clock. I’ll see you in the warehouse tonight, be there.
Signed your worst nightmare.
So many things were going through my head at that very moment. The worst one was… who would do this? Where is my mum? Is she o.k.?
I went to the bathroom to get changed but the same questions were still rushing and whirling around my head.
The noises they made were horrible.
I’m in a place like when you’re doing a test,
When you’re stuck on question,
You try to figure it out but you just can’t.
That is the way I feel right now.
