1- VanessaIt was cold in my dream- unnaturally so. I was sure that if I could see anything at all, I’d see myfingertips beginning to turn blue, just like always. The cold stone floor provided me with only thecomfort of knowing that I was grounded- something rare for a dream. I wrapped my arms around my body and hugged myself. My arms and hands were sticky, with what I presumed to be…Well, let’s not gointo that.I’d had this dream before- I’d
this dream before. It was far too powerful a memory to berepressed (disappointing, really) and my overwhelming fear of this experience caused it to manifest indream form. One of these days- when I finally had the time- I’d go see a psychiatrist who could hypnotizeme into forgetting it had ever happened…Either that or I’d hit my head against something really hard. Idecided that if the latter hadn’t happened by the time I had time for the former, then I’d go see apsychiatrist.In any case, that didn’t matter at the moment. It was funny- I’d had this dream so many times that by now I knew I was dreaming. I pulled my knees up to my chest and sat upright- no longer in the fetalposition. My knees ached and my feet were screaming for some sort of blood circulation, but I knew thatif I just held on for a little while longer, I’d wake up and be fine again. Well…You know what I mean.Waiting there in the dark for the moment when I would wake up really made me want to die… Just like always. When this had actually happened to me, I tried killing myself too many times to count, but nothing ever worked. Sometimes I hoped that my captor would take things a little too far and just killme himself, but I knew that would never happen. He was too smart- had everything planned out to thevery last detail. It pissed me off.Then, when I had begun to think that I would never wake up, the sound of approaching footstepsgrew louder until whoever had been walking was standing outside of the door to my cell. I heard thelatch click and the creak of the door swinging open. A dark, low chuckle resonated throughout the cell.“Get up.”I was frozen in terror. My dream version of this scene had never taken things this far. As though avisitor in my own body, I slowly rose to my feet. My legs tingled as the blood rushed to them all tooquickly.My captor smirked- he was the only thing I could ever see in my nightmare. Slowly he walked tome, taking my chin in his hand. He turned my head from side to side as I grit my teeth and glared at him.
I wanted to scream. Of course, it wasn’t all that I wanted to do. I wanted to push himoff of me- kick him where it hurts and run as far away from him as possible. However, it was never meantto be.“I love when you get that look in your eye.”My heart rate picked up. I knew what would come next, and I was determined to wake up beforeit happened.He pushed me backwards, and I slammed into the ground
. I clamped my eyes shut tight,and when I opened them again, I was staring at a ceiling fan.