club nightmare

chapter 2 "wake up"

I woke up in my room, then sat up in my bed.
I looked at my clock, which read 5:52.
then I remembered the woman.
I quickly rushed my hand to my neck.
I felt pain shoot up my neck as soon as I touched it...and I felt somthing sharp.
"SKHHH!" I groaned.
I pulled my other hand out from under the covers.
"what the...!" I yelled, looking at my hands horrificly.
all of my fingers had been replaced with knifes.
I then fliped my hands over, where I found that symbol thing on the back of my left hand.
"that woman...it wasn't a dream...!" I said angrily.
"why would it have been a dream?..." a voice questioned from the corner of the room.
I looked up.
the woman was sitting in a rocking chair, in the corner of my room...laughing?
"hahah...your a clumbsy little girl aren't you?" she asked.
"you've already slit your neck again." she said, getting out of the chair.
"don't come near me!" I screamed at her, pointing out my fingers as if I was trying to threaten her with the knifes.
"calm down bailey, Iam not here to hurt you...I am just here to heal you." she said.
"heal me!? you turned my fingers into sharp knifes! I am most likely going to hurt myself!" I yelled.
"and how do you know my name...?" I asked being parinoyed.
"how do you know that I did that to your fingers?" she asked calmly.
then I heard the window swing open.
"heya de'de!" a boy yelled as he jumped through the window.
"jack, go back with the others, im dealing with somthing right now." the woman replied.
the boy looked to be atleast 25, and let his brown hair fall in front of his eyes.
I was confused...who were 'the others'...? and how did she get in my house?!
"alright, well kiurra is having one of her hissy fits again, Just to let you know" the boy said.
then he Jumped back out my window.
"now, I will not hurt you, be calm...my name is dillac...and you are baliey, I am the leader of nightmare, pleased to meet you..." she resumes.
I sigh and get out of bed.
"why did you replace my fingers with knifes?" I asked calmly as I held up my fingers.
"well...thats all I could think of.." she answered.
"what about my mom and dad?! what will they think of my knife hands?!" I yelled.
"shhh...they might hear us..." she told me.
then I heard my mom calling for me downstairs.
"ah! what do I do!?" I asked.
I looked back to dillac and saw that she had disapeared.
"dillac?!" I worried.
I started to worry and looked around my room.
I relised that I had no choice but to go see my parents.
so I hid my hands behind my back and went down stairs.
"yes mom?!" I yelled from the bottem of the stairs.
"come here!" she replied.
I slowly walked to the kitchen to where my mom was, and stood in front of her.
"can you go take out the trash for me?" she asked.
crap...I am not gong to be able to take it out!
"aw, hon, what happened to your face?" she asked.
"what do you mean?" I asked.
then she got out a hand held mirror, and showed me my face.
I had a black eye, but the blood on my neck was gone...there wasn't even a scar...
"it's marker?" I said.
"ok, well after you take out the trash then go wash that stuff off." she commanded as she handed me the trash bag.
I couldn't let her see my hands...or I don't know what she would do...
"ummm...can Tomas go with me?" I asked.
"s-sure....why?" she asked sospisosly.
"b-because..." I said.
"miss, you are in sixth grade, you can take out the trash yourself" mom told me.
I groaned, then tryed to quickly grab the trash bag.
nothing stabbed into the bag...so I waited until I got out side to look at my fingers.
they were normal....could it have just been a silly hilusanition?
I threw the bag into the trash can, then went back inside.
"now go wash that 'marker' off" mom commanded again.
I walked to the bathroom and shut the door, locking it.
omygosh omygosh omygosh!!! that just happened! and I didn't have knife hands...or did I...or mabey not....but it seamed so real...
I then turned on the fosset and pretended to wipe my face then unlocked the bathroom door and went up to my room.
I sat on my bed and sighed.
"dillac....if it was a hilusination...then why do I know her name...and why is...my window open?" I asked myself, looking out the open window.
"well...atleast I don't have to deal wiith that." I told myself again.
I looked on the back of my hand, and while looking down...I saw the knifes on my fingers again.
"what...?" I questioned.
"cool right?" asked a voice.
I looked up to see she boy from earlyer, sitting on my window sill.
"hi, im Jack! Jack fward!" he greeted as he jumped down from the window sill, and on to my carpet.
he held out his hand as a gesture to shake it.
"I-I....Im baylie...baylie rowe..."
"well hello there baylie! why don't you shake my hand?" he said.
"umm..I don't want to hurt you.." I said, holding out my hand.
"well thats ok, It won't bother me!" he calmly remarked.
then I hesitated before grabbing his hand and shaking it.
my blade-like fingers cut deeply into his skin.
I quickly pulled my hand away from his, and my eyes grew wide.
"y-you said I w-would't h-hurt you!" I yelled.
"watch" he told me.
I looked closely at his cut hand...and it was....healing?
"what....." I sighed.