That night as usual opened up to a dream. Yet it seemed more than just a dream. I really felt like I was starring in a movie and yet watching from the theater. All my senses were alert and taking things in yet I had no idea what would happen next.
Everything was somehow unclear, blurry. Around my feet mystic fog surrounded them. I was in a foreign land and a war was taking place. And not from recent times either. At first glance I guessed 1200’s, no one was wearing actual uniforms as such and no actual color could be seen. It was all grays and shabby browns. Even the trees didn’t have color because they were so weaken by death and were barley alive themselves.
The sound of clanking swords and other weapons sounded in my ears, along with screams and yells. It stung my ears because of the patchiness and that it wouldn’t stop. Also everywhere I looked I saw dead bodies and dying people. I could see the blood and it was very distracting, mainly in smell. Not that it was making me sick but in another sense, one I didn’t recognize. It also smelled of death and rotting things.
I knew a few other things about what was going on as well.
One thing was that my throat burned. My stomach was latterly eating itself; I was starving in every sense of the word. Another thing was even though I didn’t see it happen, I knew my best friend’s had just been brutally killed. And by vermin, of the other land, the enemy.
Everyone around me was being slaughtered and I felt powerless to do anything. I knew I couldn’t do what I wanted and could very well do. But it went against everything we stood for, all the laws set in place, humans weren’t meant to be harmed by us in any manner.
But my stomach and wanting revenge were quickly starting to win over my mind. Then I inhaled deeply and let the blood around me fill me and the burning in my throat grow. The sound around me cut out and then I didn’t hear anything anymore. My vision zoned in on one person and everything else washed away.
My mind barley fought at this point and I could feel my checks burning with energy.
Then I fell in, gave in, let go and let it take me. Whatever it was, it had won.
My feet started to move, slowly at first, then faster and then the next thing I knew I was right next to an enemy solider. Before he could do anything I bit in.
My throat was on fire, my stomach filling and the animal inside me was just getting started. All that went through my mind was ‘I’ll show them. They can’t keep doing this to my people. Taking our women, and valuables, killing anyone that crosses them, setting fire to anything they don’t want or need, killing friends and family for the fun of it. No. I’ll show them.’
All logic had gone out the window. And what remained was my driving hunger to feed because I hadn’t in weeks and to get rid of everyone last of those evil things.
I had lost my mind and I didn’t even seem to care. My eternal life was done with now. Nothing would ever be the same again and some how it didn’t bother me in the least.
All that concerned me was filling and stratifying myself. To get rid of the enemy and prove we were a strong people and make sure they never return.
After I was done with one I would just move on to the next. They didn’t fight much but I was gaining strength back anyway. So it wouldn’t have mattered if they had or not.
In the distance I heard a sound and for the first time in the dream I took control. Brining my head up I looked around. Then I heard…
“Miranda? Miranda! Your alarm! Wake up honey!”
In one swift movement I turned off my alarm clock and started rubbing my head. It was pounding.
“Did you get home that late last night?” Mom asked me sternly while standing over me.
I rolled over and started getting to get up.
“Miranda,” My mom said again.
“Can I stay home today? I think I’m getting a migraine. God this hurts!” I said not answering my mother and stubbing my way to the bathroom.
“Now I know you don’t have a hangover because if you do that migraine will the least of your pain when…”
I turned and said sort of loudly, “It’s not a hangover Mom! Please, can I stay home? If it starts to go away I promise I’ll go to school.”
“Oh come here.” Mom said even though she walked over to me.
She felt my forehead for a fever and then she just looked at me when she found I didn’t have one. For years my mom had looked deep into my eyes to make final judgment on weather or not I was ill or not.
She sighed and said, “I’ll go call the school and let them know your not coming in, same for your father. He had an early client meeting this morning. And you go take some Advil and go back to bed.” She was gone in a matter of seconds, closing the door behind her. And I was thankful to be alone.
Steadily I walked to the small bathroom and opened the cabinet behind my mirror. I filled my plastic cup with water and downed it and the Advil tablet in my hand. Then I put my hands on either side of the sink and bent my head.
Visions of last night’s dream started to reveal themselves. I wanted to throw up for seeing all that had happened in that nightmare. For once in a long time I had been scared still was.
Trying to calm myself down I rand my hands through my hair and took a few deep breaths.
What had triggered such a dream to occur? It all was so scary and confusing. I remembered how my throat had actually burned and I lightly touched it but it didn’t burn now. Thankfully.
Shaking it off I drew my eyes to the mirror to see my reflection. Everything looked normal for a girl who has just woken up. Tangled hair, my eyes groggy looking and…
My eye! My left eye, it wasn’t closing! I had been blinking and hadn’t noticed. But I looked now and deliberately tried to close each eye at a time and found it was only the left one that wasn’t closing.
What in the world was going on here?
I got closer to the mirror and examined the eye best I could. Nothing look wrong with it and there wasn’t any pain trying to close it. It just wouldn’t close.
It would come close to closing about half way. But never a full blink or fully close.
My head wanted to explode and the lights were to bright anywhere I looked. I turned out the lights in the bathroom and closed my window and drew the blinds. Nice and dark now I went back to bed.
I was sure my eye problem was something to do the migraine and sleep would make the eye problem and migraine go away.
Sleep soon found me again but I was thrown back into the same dream. This time things were a little clearer but the same things kept happening, the burning in my throat to killing a solider. I had to wake myself up to get away from it.
My head didn’t hurt nearly as bad now, just a headache now. I looked at my phone that was on the floor right by my bed. Three new text messages and two missed calls showed on the screen. The texts were from my boyfriend George and my friend Emily. Just wondering where I was if I was okay. And the phone calls from Mom probably wondering the same.
George had been my boyfriend for most of senior year and had moved here junior year. He was perfect and I loved him so much.
He had sandy brown hair and deep blue green eyes. Such pretty eyes, it was the first thing I had noticed about him. George was perfect on paper: gentle, kind, understanding, funny, smart, strong, etc. He was what every girl dreamed of having in a guy.
But he never liked talking about himself much. In the time I’d known him I hadn’t really gotten to know him, beyond the favorite color, TV show, and music type thing. He had told me he had a troubled past and as a result was a very private person.
He even lived on his own. George’s parent’s had died in car crash some years back and George had been forced to live with his aunt and uncle. They didn’t like George much and George returned the feeling. But as soon as he turned 18 he had inherited his parent’s money (which was a lot I’d guessed) and had moved out of his aunt and uncle’s house and had bought an apartment near school and continued his life on his own.
Emily on the other hand was very social and my best friend. She was chatty and well intentioned. We had known each other since middle school and in many ways she was the ying to my yang.
She had long straight blond hair; I had wavy/ curly chestnut brown hair. She was a petite and I was a curvy edition. Emily liked flashy and new, I liked low key and vintage. How I tolerated her I had no idea.
But she was a friend either way and that’s how it would remain till whenever it wouldn’t anymore.
I looked at the clock and saw I had actually slept longer than I thought. Half an hour, hour at most, but no it was six hours later. My stomach didn’t feel sick from lack of food and really all I wanted to do was go back to sleep.
My room had gotten a bit lighter and I could see the soft red color of my walls. The posters of scenes, bands, and various random stuff skew across the four walls had outlines now. I could see just about everything in room even if it was just outlines.
I called Mom back and updated her on my condition but again left out the dream part. She would just freak if she knew I was dreaming that sort of thing. Then I replied to George and Emily’s texts and also said I should be back to school tomorrow.
Then I collapsed back on my bed, even more tired from what little movement I had just done and went to sleep again. The burning in my throat returned right away and I was thrown back into the dream.
Something weird about it was I felt like I was there besides the fact I couldn’t what I did. Also it was getting clearer again. The people, the scene, everything was getting less and less blurry. People’s faces were starting to get real features and I was able to tell even what eye color they had.
But the horror of it all still unnerved me. The killing and especially the manner of how the killing took place really got to me. It was like I was a vampire of something.
Also another thing that got me was why was I having the dream over and over again? Was this even possible for a person? And surely if it was, wouldn’t something change about the dream? In mine it never did. Also I always woke up at the same time, on the fifth person I was biting into.
Mom woke me up when she got home from work to see how I was doing.
I sat there a moment trying to figure out just exactly how I did feel. When I was shaken out my sleep this time my throat burning didn’t stop. My head didn’t hurt anymore but now my throat did. It was on fire just like in the dream.
“Fine.” I finally said to her but lying.
“Good, have you been sleeping all day?” She asked sitting down at the foot of my bed.
I don’t know why she bothered asking, I knew I must look horrible and I guessed she had called more during the day.
But I nodded and ran a hand through my hair. I guessed I had slept another five hours or so. And yet I wasn’t hungry at all and I was still very tired.
“Well would you like something to eat?” She asked standing up.
“No thanks. I may take a shower and then I don’t know.” I replied groggily.
She nodded and then left. I knew she was concerned because of this odd behavior of mine. But I couldn’t relieve her of any of it because I myself didn’t understand what was going on. And I knew for sure it wasn’t normal and it wasn’t hormonal.
Tomorrow I had to work after school and I had a test in American History. I couldn’t stay home again. Whatever this was wasn’t going to rule my life. I had too much going on and things to allow that to happen.
Determined I threw back the covers of my bed. Even though I was very tired I jumped up out of bed and went to my window. I threw back the curtains and let the remaining sunlight fill my room.
Even though there wasn’t much light my eyes started to hurt. It must be the fact I hadn’t seen any kind of light all day long.
It was a beautiful sunset tonight though. The reds, pinks and oranges all thrown together in a magnificent way and the clouds just barley covered the remaining sun.
Then I went into my bathroom and started my shower. As I waited for the water to heat up I went to my bathroom mirror to see how horrible I looked. And as I guessed the damage was great.
My hair was in many tables and thrown about, my eyes heavy with sleep and sort of dark around the bottom because of the remaining eyeliner. Also I could see a minor zit forming from not keeping up with the daily cleansing steps.
Then I looked lower than my face, at the neck. And then my eyes found them. They hadn’t been there this morning as far I knew and defiantly not last night when I got in. There about an inch or so apart, were the moles.
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Submission Name: Ch.2
