Scared of the Dark

Scared and Confused

As she finally comes into a new world the air seems different. Almost as if she didn't need to breathe for the air to be caught in her lungs. Confused at the strange, subtle changes in her environment, she gets up from her small armchair and heads to her sister's room. She wasn't tired, or hungry, or anything else. Why had she gotten up? A crack of thunder from the loud storm going on outside must have been the answer. But no... she heard a voice when she was in her chair. Its had to have been her sister, with whom she lived. She is also wearing a night gown that she doesn't remember buying...Perhaps her imagination? It appears to be the middle of the night. The lightning bolts and claps of thunder gave her shivers as they struck loudly, though the sound of rain crashing down was absent. Oddly enough, she cannot seem to remember why she was in that chair, or how she got in it in the first place. Trying to remain calm in the uncomfortable darkness of her atmosphere, she kept walking through the corridor in the dark of the night. She picked up a candle on a small plate and headed down the hall. The hallway she was walking in appeared to be longer than she remembered. There was also a fresh vase of a variety of purple flowers in a pretty clear vase that she didn't recall ever being there, in the small table in the hall. When she turned at the end of the apparently enlarged hall, she found that the door to her sister's room was missing, and the wall had been destroyed and crushed, and there was ash and little patches of fire around it. The attic had collapsed into the demolished room. Her sister didn't appear to be in the room at all. Her heart began to beat a bit faster. The fire didn't seem to spread, which have her a sense of reassurance. She would have plenty of time to find her sister and parents and get them out of the house. Where must Cassidy be? She turned around to face the long hallway, but it too had appeared to be in rubble and ash. The floor was burnt and scorched in random spots. She was confused and scared. Not much for herself, but for her sister, and wondering how the fire had spread,behind her feet seemingly as she walked, without her noticing. "Alice!" Someone yelled. It sounded like it could be Cassidy. It was far, but didn't sound muffled, so she surely wasn't in any of the rooms in the hall. She must have been at the other end in the kitchen or the living room. Alice looked for a path free from and fire. Trying not to second guess herself, she ran the path as fast as she could all the way down the hall. "Cassy!" She yelled. "Cassy where are you?!" She was almost to the end of the hall at this point. When she reached the end and turned, Cassidy wasn't in the burnt kitchen. She peered into the flaming living room with burning furniture and she wasn't there either. "Alice!" Her sister called. It seemed to come from nothing, not having a clear direction. "Alice!" Where was it coming from? Where was she?! "ALICE!" Suddenly everything phased into whiteness, and she was cold and shaking in her bed with he blue baby blanket in her arms as she shakes and sweats.

Just another bad dream.

(Art is mine, thanks for reading!)