𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐭

Chapter 6. The Dream

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I was suddenly somewhere I wasn't familiar with.

It was a dim-lit room, the walls were a dark forest green with a dark brown and black wooden trim.

There was a circular mirror, a small wooden table underneath it, and a doorway.

I was standing in the middle of it. I was able to look up at the ceiling and there was a beautiful chandelier.

I tried to look down but I couldn't. I was focusing on the ceiling that slowly started to spin and swirl.

The chandelier started to rock back and forth, as did the room it seemed. Then suddenly, it falls!

I scream and right when I feel it faintly touch my head, nothing.

I was covering my head for the blow and nothing happened.

Jesus Christ. I was fine.

Except I heard footsteps towards where the doorway was. I turned my head, and as soon as I did my whole body was forcefully turned with it.

The footsteps got closer and closer. Then when it stepped a little into the light, I could see he looked a bit like Miles.

Except he was definitely older, he had facial hair, but I knew it was a different person.

He smiled at me very creepily and ran towards me and grabbed my neck!

He started to choke and picked me up.

I was kicking him with all of my strength, and I was trying to pry his hands off of my neck. I was gasping and trying to scream. But I couldn't do anything. It was hopeless.

Then suddenly he was gone and I fell to the floor gasping for air.

I then got up and was dragged by something invisible to the mirror.

I saw my reflection. My eyes were red and I had visible tear streaks on my face.

The mirror started to crack, which startled me. I could see my shocked face and suddenly it was pushed into the mirror!

I screamed and then I was back into the center of the room. Except the the doorway, and the mirror with the table were gone.

WHEN WILL THIS END?!

I then looked behind me and saw that Miles was there.

The dim room shadowed the top half of his face.

"Are you scared?" He said walking towards me.

I nodded my head. You scare me right now Miles. Honestly.

"Well you should be." He said forcefully grabbing my torso and smiling creepily. I felt my eyes watering.

He then ran across the room slamming me against the wall.

BANG!

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?

He then moved one of his hands against the wall, and the other grabbing the collar of my shirt.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you though."

I then started crying.

"Crying isn't going to make me stop from doing anything."

"What a-are you going to do?"

"I'm not telling you that dear."

He said moving one of his hands to stroke my face.

Then he put his other hand on my cheek, pulled my head forward, and

BANG!

I was laying in my bed. My face was wet from crying, and I was short of breathe.

Was that really just a dream?

It felt so real.

I grabbed a pillow and hugged it very tight so I could cry into it.

After I let myself cry I looked and saw it was still dark outside. I should sleep, but I don't know if I want to anymore.

I don't want to dream like that again.

But I'm also really tired.

Shit. Oh well I guess I'll just try and stay up. I grabbed my MP3 as well as my headphones so I'm not awake with am just boring silence.

I also grabbed a book I was currently reading. The Dark Half, by Stephen King.

I then turned on the music, began to read, and attempted to relax myself.

And since I got really tired I put down the book. Then before I knew it, I fell back asleep.

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