Prolouge ~
I was at a young girl's birthday party, I watched her and her friends play catch and tear open their presents under the christmas tree. She laughed as her father walked out dressed as santa claus and gave a a kiss on the cheek.
Then I noticed a staircase at the side of their house, misty like in a dense forest, strange that they were not aware of it even as the mist curled around their house. Dancing as if they were flames in the dark.
Quiet as I could I made my way to the stairs a step at the time , then I found a spiral staircase overgrown with thick vines, I held tightly to the metal rail as I made my way down, coated with rust from dissuse. Then I saw her, an old lady sitting at the edge of an old spinning wheel, hand clutching the spindle.
“Who are you ?” I asked , “Sephina” she said reaching out to me “Save me dear child, I am Sephina …” suddenly I couldn't breathe. I was drowning, drowning in blood …
I found air and sucked in, I woke up and sat bold upright on my bed breathing heavily, then I remembered the old lady's last few words
Sephina, save me dear child, I am Sephina …
Elise ~
Since I was a young girl all I remembered was that I could never really sleep without a nightmare. Actually I couldn't live for a moment when I closed my eyes without falling into an abyss.
My mother would hold me in her arms as I screamed in my sleep thrashing like a fish out of water. I would be running from a grim in my dreams as it flashed it's blood stained teeth at me, while she held on to me an anchor to the real world.
All this while she took me to the best doctors trying to help me through the pain. They would ask me what I dreamt about what I think about when I closed my eyes, I would simply answer nightmare and nothing more.
I tried telling one doctor of what I really dreamt about and he just gave me a therapy session like no big deal. But my mother never gave up always asking if I was alright.Telling me it's alright to tell her what I was thinking, I would shake my head and say i'm okay. I never had the urge to tell her about it, never had, never will.
The only person I've told was my best friend Sarah, but I don't think she'd ever really believed in them, rather treated them like old horror stories.
Tuesday morning I hauled myself out of bed and got ready for school, same routine everyday.
I pulled a grey long sleeved T-shirt over my head and slid into some ratty jeans. Combing through my long brown hair and tying it into a neat pony tail, got rid of any sleep evidence left there.
I swung my bag over my shoulder and made my way downstairs.
“Morning everyone,” I said as I walked into the breakfast area, my sister Elen muttered a muffled greeting while I bent over to give dad a kiss on the cheek.
“Morning sweetheart” he said through his cup of coffee.
“Any nightmares last night ?” asked mom asked same as ever.
“I don't wan't to talk about it.” I snapped.
Turning to my sister i asked “ Elle do you want me to wait for you, or I'll see you later ?”
She glared at me as gave her a faint grin.
“bye mom, I'll see you after school.” I waved, and grabbed a muffin as I walked out the door.
