Status: Active as an off the rocker mad hatter that's gone round the bend XD
Running From Nightmares
Two
The dreams were getting worse. I skittered through a department store, ducking behind displays, trying desperately to wake myself up. I had already had some close calls, and I was tiring fast. If I didn't wake up or find an exit soon, I was going to be captured.
There was only one more exit I could try. The loading bay. It was my last shot and I was going to take it. As soon as I thought the coast was clear I bolted for the exit.
They were waiting for me. As I slammed into the exit door, I felt jagged talons dig into the soft skin of my shoulder and yank me back inside.
I shot up in the bed, while a scream ripped from my throat. I grabbed my shoulder and felt hot liquid seep between my fingers.
But, that had been a dream? Hadn't it? How could a dream physically hurt me?
As I examined my shoulder the silence hit me like a freight train. Where was the roar of the traffic on the road? And why hadn't my mother come to see what was wrong? She was too light of a sleeper not to have heard my scream.
Unless I was still dreaming?
I suddenly felt as if I was being dragged through water. With a gasp I broke the surface and knew I was finally awake. Sweat pored off me in rivulets as I tried to catch my breath. I felt as though I really had spent the last six hours running through a store.
I rolled off the bed and dragged myself to the mirror. I pulled the strap of my tank top back to look at my shoulder. There were four whelps raised on my skin where the claw marks had been in my dream.
There was only one more exit I could try. The loading bay. It was my last shot and I was going to take it. As soon as I thought the coast was clear I bolted for the exit.
They were waiting for me. As I slammed into the exit door, I felt jagged talons dig into the soft skin of my shoulder and yank me back inside.
I shot up in the bed, while a scream ripped from my throat. I grabbed my shoulder and felt hot liquid seep between my fingers.
But, that had been a dream? Hadn't it? How could a dream physically hurt me?
As I examined my shoulder the silence hit me like a freight train. Where was the roar of the traffic on the road? And why hadn't my mother come to see what was wrong? She was too light of a sleeper not to have heard my scream.
Unless I was still dreaming?
I suddenly felt as if I was being dragged through water. With a gasp I broke the surface and knew I was finally awake. Sweat pored off me in rivulets as I tried to catch my breath. I felt as though I really had spent the last six hours running through a store.
I rolled off the bed and dragged myself to the mirror. I pulled the strap of my tank top back to look at my shoulder. There were four whelps raised on my skin where the claw marks had been in my dream.
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Silence is for rocks and door hinges.