Dream Haunters(NaNoWriMo2014)

Chapter 6: Alone

The next morning...

I wake up in my room, NOT the hospital. Last nigh someone drove Mum and I home because Mum was still in her "Despressed State." But now, she remembers wverything from yesterday. Even the punch. I got grounded for it. I can't go to the hospital for a week. I think thats for the better though. 

I walk in my pyjama's. It is 7:30, a bit early for me. Mum says I don't have to come to her school lessons for a week, because I have had such a hard time yesterday and she thinks I deserve a break. Also, I would be all alone at class because Lacey wouldn't be there and Mum has to work this week.

The dreams that I was just having 5 minutes earlier echo inside my head. Its the same old dream:

I walk through a run down fairground. The biggest roller coaster in the fair crashes down- BOOM! The sound makes me shudder and shake. Monsters start to appear everywhere. Wait! Monsters?! There are all sorts of different monsters. There's Red ones with claws, Blue ones with sharp teeth, Yellow ones with lots of fur. But the Green one is the scariest. There bigger than the rest. They have long, green, shaggy fur. And they have big, sharp, golden teeth! One of the Blue monsters comes forward, baring its nasty teeth. I scream. A skeleton creature stops the monster before it can sink its teeth in to me. The skeleton has a long, black cloak thats flows in the wind. He to bares his teeth, but instead its teeth are perfectly white and are in a grin. An evil grin. "Hello, Emily," he says in a deep, growly voice. He pulls a knife out of his cloak and walks near me. He holds it above my chest. I scream again-

I awake right there, as usual. Unless my sleep is interuppted, like when Lacey was injured, and she screamed.

I lay myself on the couch. My mind is rushing with thoughts. Dad. Punch. Nurse. Eloise. Mum. Lacey. Doctor. Hospital. So much is in my mind. So much to think about. I let my head dangle off the end of the couch. In this pose, I can see my guitar. I havn't played it in forever. I get off the couch, and carfully lift it off its stand. I sit back on the couch and strum a cord. Then I try  a song I used to love to play. Demons by Imagine Dragons. Plus, what better song to sing while I'm being haunted by a bunch of mind readers?

No, no. Wrong note. I think as I try to play the song correctly. I eventually- after sitting there for an hour- figure the song out. Now I can play it almost perfectly again. And after I can play it well, I song to it.

When the days are cold

And the cards all fold

And the saints we see

Are all made of gold

When your dreams all fail

And the ones we hail

Are the worst of all

And the blood’s run stale

I wanna hide the truth

I wanna shelter you

But with the beast inside

There’s nowhere we can hide

No matter what we breed

We still are made of greed

This is my kingdom come

This is my kingdom come

When you feel my heat

Look into my eyes

It’s where my demons hide

It’s where my demons hide

Don’t get too close

It’s dark inside

It’s where my demons hide

It’s where my demons hide

At the curtain’s call

It's the last of all

When the lights fade out

All the sinners crawl

So they dug your grave

And the masquerade

Will come calling out

At the mess you made

Don't wanna let you down

But I am hell bound

Though this is all for you

Don't wanna hide the truth

No matter what we breed

We still are made of greed

This is my kingdom come

This is my kingdom come

When you feel my heat

Look into my eyes

It’s where my demons hide

It’s where my demons hide

Don’t get too close

It’s dark inside

It’s where my demons hide

It’s where my demons hide

They say it's what you make

I say it's up to fate

It's woven in my soul

I need to let you go

Your eyes, they shine so bright

I wanna save that light

I can't escape this now

Unless you show me how

When you feel my heat

Look into my eyes

It’s where my demons hide

It’s where my demons hide

Don’t get too close

It’s dark inside

It’s where my demons hide

It’s where my demons hide

I had memorized that song when I was little. Just like how I memorized how to play the song. Mum says I have a pretty singing voice. She says when I'm older I should audition for soem sort of singing show. She says I could maybe win a prize if I did. But my singing voice is sort of worthless. I couldn't win anything from it. Because I have stage fright. I can''t stand up on a stage and sing to millions of people. I'd probably faint. Mum says I should try to get over my stage fright. Learn to sing in front of people. Start with a little amount of people then grow to a lot. If I ever wanted singing to be my career, I would've started doing those things already. The thing is, I don't want it to be my career. Just a small hobbie. 

Esther comes up to me and rubs her small head against my leg. I pet her once then get off the couch and put the brown guitar back where it belongs. I decide that since I'll be all alone all week, I'll practice my guitar everyday, try harder songs, get better. I yawn and stretch.

This is going to be a good week.