Sweet Dream Are Not What They Seem

The Begginging/Ten Seconds of Hell

        I remember those crazy dreams I had when I was a kid. In some I could fly, others I could breathe underwater. They're those sweet dreams you would think about all day and tell your friends. But there are pieces inside of them you won't remember, and maybe never will. When you put the puzzle together, you see the whole picture. That may be a picture you should've never uncovered.

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        Everywhere I looked I saw city lights. They plane's window may have been small, but I felt like I could see everything. The city of Paris looked beautiful at night.

        Catherine and I, Kry, decided to take a trip to Paris, France, after feeling like we needed to get away. We wanted to see more than the tiny town that we lived in. Yet, I've never been outside of Racine, Wisconsin. Catherine, on the other hand, has been all over. Born in Peurto Rico, lived in New York, trips to Florida, and then moved here in 3rd grade, Racine.

        Now I'm 19, Catherine 18, and we have been friends since the day she moved to my hometown. I was always very quiet and laid-back, where she would be outgoing and sassy. When we became friends, I finally came out of my shell. She has encouraged me all the way until this point, an we always have eachothers backs.

        "Oh My GOD! Kry, this is going to be the best trip EVER!" Catherine was all bubbly, wiggling in her seat. I smiled to myself as I looked out the window. The plane was beginning to land, and we had to buckle our seat belts. "I bet we'll meet tons of cute guys. There better be some buff, blonde, hottie waiting for me when we land," she teased.

        "Yeah, 'cause there they're all over the place in Paris," I replied sarcastically with a smirk, as I rolled my head around to look at her. "And of coarse you'll be the first to pick up a guy. You're like Peurterican cat-nip to guys."

        "WOW, you racist," she laughed at me.

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        We both walked out of the airport with our luggage, heading towards the main road. It started to feel increasingly dark as we continued forward. Even the street lights didn't seem to be working very well.

        Catherine, aren't you afraid of the dark at all?" I asked in a nervous voice. In the back of my mind, I felt like we were being followed.

        "Kry, it's probably just all in your head," Catherine told me, her voice echoing around me. The word head kept repeating all around me. I started to hear shrills of noise, and a sound that seemed like a chalkboard being scratched. Catherine's dark brown hair whipped around in a non-existing wind, and her eyes rolled back into her head.

        Darkness surrounded us both. Catherine tilted her head so far to the right, it should have broke. She took a step closer to me, so close she could have bitten my face. She whispers, "close your eyes and hope I don't kill you, bitch. Now count to ten," then she started to scream at the top of her lungs. My ears begin to ring.

        I close my eyes and begin to count. I can feel sharp teeth bite into my arms. Her long nails claw at my face, and I am unable to move. At the count of ten, I hear, "STOP," and everything goes black.

                                                         It felt like ten seconds of Hell.