❝My name is not Carmen, It's Abrianne.❞
❝Are you sure about it? Don't you remember how I used to torment you.❞
Abrianne Ray Abellson is afraid to fall asleep as whenever she closes her eyes she ends up having terrible dreams from her past.
She has...
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7|The Face in the dark
Don't sleep, Abrianne. Don't you dare sleep. At least not in this meeting.
I sat among my colleagues trying hard to look at my boss, while he was deciphering something. I didn't have any idea about what he was talking. I just stared at him. I didn't want to look way to interested but I didn't want to look way to unconcerned either.
"So What are your thoughts about my idea?" He said at last resting his eyes on everyone one by one.
I need to have a coffee, right now. I just can't keep up with them. I escaped a glance towards the clock.
"So This it. Thank you for your time."
Finally... I shrugged in relief and rubbed my eyes. All of a sudden I felt a hand over my shoulder. I gasped.
"Hey, Are you okay?"
There stood Aaron Brooke, one of my colleagues.
"Yeah! I am fine. Everything is fine."
Only if it really was.
I said in a low voice and it became awkward when I yawned in front of him. He smiled.
"Didn't have good sleep, I guess."
"Yeah! I think I should get a coffee."
I said and went away.
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"I don't know what to do in this situation, I can't breathe. I am dying."
I heard someone say. Everything was dark. I couldn't see anything.
All of a sudden a man appeared within the dark. It's face smeared with blood. It's eyes almost coming out with a knife in it's hand.
"Help me Carmen."
It said and started to take it's step forward.
"Go away."
I screamed.
"Just go away from me."
"Abrianne! Abrianne!"
I opened my eyes and removed my head from the desk immediately. Aaron stood there looking terrified.
"You okay?"
Fuck... Fuck... Fuck.. Did I scream?
"What happened?"
"You feel asleep and you were screaming."
I looked around but nobody was present.
"Where are the others? What's the time?"
"They have went home, It's 19:00."
What the... I slept. This is bad. It's fucking bad.
"Hey it's okay. I know you didn't have good sleep, last night. Happens"
He smiled.
"Did I say something?"
I asked trying not to make a eye contact with him.
"You were screaming and shouting 'Go away from me.' I suppose it was a bad dream."
Bad is something that doesn't even begin to describe the half of it. Try using worse.
I started to collect my thing and pack my bag quickly and get the hell out of this office.
"Hey, I can drop you home, if you want."
I heard him say. Well... If he does then I don't have to wait for the cab and that's awesome, my money will be saved, so bingo!
"Sure."
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