Sorry if my grammar or spelling is off. I don't write as much as I used to so I'm learning new and better ways to write. Bare with me here. If these stories don't make sense it's because they are dreams that I've had and woke up to write. Since when do dreams make sense?
Where had my mom gone?
This strange woman I've never met before has taken me as hers. Something wasn't right about her, she seemed to refuse letting me leave my room. The windows were boarded shut, the lock on the door placed on the outside, and cameras were placed around the house, almost like she had taken me hostage. Suddenly, she entered my room, her eyes landed on my "sleeping" form. She only sat there for a few minutes, observing my steady breathes before leaving the room once more. My eyes shoot open, frantically looking around for anyway to escape unseen. I heave my tired figure off the bed and straight to my dresser. I had remembered previously placing a gun in one of the drawers. Rummaging through the drawers with shaky hands, I find nothing. Footsteps can be heard heading straight back to my room. Fear had taken over, she would catch me somehow during my frantic search for an escape. There she was, standing rigid in my doorway with an angry expression plastered on her face. I had done something to upset her...what did I do? I couldn't move no matter how hard I tried, my body refused any action. Finally, she bolted over to me, ripping the blanket off my bed in the process. Throwing the blanket at me she pulled out some matches in her pocket, "you see what you did? Look at what you've done," a mixture of confusion and fear plagued my face. What have I done? "P..please don't, I'm s..sorry." My heart rate increased, I should have stayed quiet. The look of anger on her face contorted into one of loathing, her eyes almost burning with a fiery rage. Her hand jolted towards my head, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling me towards the blanket on the floor, "your a dirty bitch, LOOK AT IT." There I finally see it, an old juice stain from years ago. My imperfection disgusted her, never have I seen someone so angry over a stain. Her grip on my hair tightened as she forced my face towards hers. A yelp escapes my lips as my face held inches from hers, her breath burning my senses, "this is punishment, you deserve this." She throws me back towards my dresser and lights a match. With one more angry glance back at my terrified face, she throws the match onto the blanket. It bursts into flames causing the room to quickly fill with smoke. She had locked me in, I had no where to go and I was suffocating. The smoke became thicker by the minute, I was desperate for a way out as my vision slowly blurred. My lungs burned with every breath I took, every second was destroying my ability to breathe. I crawled around the room, not a spark of hope in sight. Finally, I collapsed, my vision had slowly gone. Everything had gone black, quiet, a numbing feeling filled my body. Movement was nearly impossible, my consciousness slipped from my grasp.
The setting morphed into one of neglect. My room looked as if no person ever stepped in. Vines and roots grew over the walls, mold covered the corners, and the usual white of the walls had been dirtied to a beige. "Ughh what the hell?" I instinctively brought my hand to my head in an effort to soothe the pounding headache. Bring my aching body to a standing position, I scan my surroundings for any sort of explanation. What had happened here? How long was I out for? My eyes stopped on a crossbow that had been by my limp form. Picking it up and slinging it over my shoulder, I turned to where my dresser resides. Remembering me previous predicament I quickly rip open the drawers and begin searching. There it was, my handgun I was oh so desperate to find before. I holstered it on my hip and walked to the door. "Let's hope it's not still locked." I thought out loud. Of course, the door still managed to remain locked. "Wow okay, let's try the window then." The wood on the window had began to rot, mold riddled the edges. With one strong tug, the wood snapped in half. A success! I continued to do this until there was enough of an opening to make it outside. Finally out in the open, my moment of freedom was cut short by confusion. My house was no longer in a neighborhood, instead it was in the woods next to a main road. I shook my head at the situation and climbed up the short hill to the main road. There, I saw a view of the city. However, it was not a healthy city bustling with life, it was a city filled with smoke, destruction, death... what had I missed? Before I could process the situation I was tackled to the ground. A man sat on top of me straddling my hips, a crazed look in his eyes. He began to cackle, rapping his hands around my neck and constricting any possible breath. I tried pushing his off to no avail, then I remembered, my handgun. Reaching past his legs I grabbed my handgun and brought it to him. He continued to laugh, and laugh, and laugh. His eyes bloodshot and dark, his clothes dirtied and ripped, and his hair matted and covered in blood. In fact, his body had blood scattered in random places. Seeing as he didn't have any wounds, it was easy to assume the blood didn't belong to him. I was nearly losing consciousness. I brought the fun to his head and pulled the trigger...BANG! I could breathe, he fell limp on top of me, the laughing finally ceased. I closed my eyes...
Then I woke up.
