Nightmares: I have always somewhat liked them. They gave me inspiration, but the one I was having that night was too much for me to go through. It was a nightmare I kept having more often, and it was drilled into my brain like how two plus two equals four. This time, it seemed so real, though.
It was a sunny afternoon in the world of nightmares, and I was on the bus with many other people. Most of the people on the bus were people I talked to often during the first semester of the school year. I shifted in my seat, trying to get comfortable. The others were chatting up a storm of things, so much that I could not identify one single conversation. Being me, I did not try to be social. I knew that it waste time, and my conversational skills are not so good.
I nervously rubbed the grey leather on the bus seat I sat on, hoping this ride would be over. Everything would be better once I got to get off the bus, and I could relax in a calming blue room I called my bedroom. I entertained myself for a while, and tried to sneak in a spare 3G signal so I could post on my favourite thing in the world: the role play forums.
After a quick post on one of the Homestuck role plays, I stared out the window. We were still on the highway, and everything seemed normal. I kept staring out the glass, and then I noticed a black car right in my view pulling down its window. I assumed it was one of those smokers about to litter a cigarette onto the wide and long road, but then I noticed something else. I noticed a grin on the driver’s face, and he quickly pulled out a gun. There was no one but me staring out the right side of the windows, and so no one screamed. It was only me who saw the danger, and before I could warn everyone to duck, I heard a loud bang, and then looked around with panic, wondering who got shot. I suddenly realized who had gotten shot as soon as I heard people calling my name and my vision began to blur. I tried to scream, but it never happened in the nightmare.
I immediately woke up in a cold sweat and screaming. After a second, I stopped screaming and tried to calm down. Just a nightmare, I kept trying to tell myself in my head. I eventually got out of my bed with my sleeping wear and walked upstairs to my only happy place right now. As I headed up to the final floor, I hummed a song by Sleeping with Sirens, also to keep myself in order. I opened a simple door, and then walked over to the willow tree. I leaned against the tree.
“Shay? You there?” I heard a voice ask. I looked over to the door and noticed Killa. I managed to speak a reply, “Y-Yeah. I am here.” He gave me a look of concern, and then I motioned for him to come over to where I was. He started to give me things to answer, “What happened?”
“I had a really horrible nightmare.”
“Not really.” I admitted. If I were not who I was, I would have hugged him and asked for some support, but I gave myself the reminder that I was not one for liking guys. Instead, I rubbed a leaf from the willow. “So, why did you come up here?” I questioned. He smiled, and then told me, “I knew you would be up here.” As soon as he said that, a medley of feelings stirred inside me, making my cheeks turn a little red. I scooted away from him a little, eventually moving to the opposite side of the tree. We sat in silence for a while, and then I said, somewhat with a smile, “Hey, since we’ve finally met, we can talk more about our ideas, at least without waiting for each other to be online.” Killa nodded, and then we kept talking for another hour until I decided to try sleeping again. I gave him a wave goodbye, and then I gave him a random hug before walking back to my bedroom.
I curled up into a ball and yanked the covers over me and fell asleep again.
I first dreamed of pitch black, and then soon a land carved out in front of me. I recognized it immediately as a waterfall area, one of my favourite places near my home. I walked down the bottom part of the waterfall with my older sister. We both were enjoying ourselves as we were scaling down the sides of the falls and watching clear water slide down the dark-coloured rock. We finally got to the bottom, and soon my sister and I started walking down the river part of it, jumping across large, smooth- for the most part- rocks.
Eventually we got to a fallen tree. We looked to each other and I sighed; it was the farthest we could go. We started to journey back, and after only ten seconds, a huge tremor shook the earth and above us, rocks were falling down upon us. I knew that we were doomed, and so I stood in silence as I saw the nightmare for the last time.
I awoke again, only this time it was finally morning. I clumsily rolled out of my bed, dragging the comforter with me. I hit the floor, and then stood up. That was the only way to get myself going in the morning. I peered outside a window, and then I took in a breath. The nightmare was not real. It was only my imagination; my sister was not dead, and nor was I. I took the comforters off of me, and then changed into my casual wear. I wanted to have a soothing day. That was all I wanted. I knew it would be hard to achieve that, though. I took the elevator down to the first floor, and I found out quickly I was the only one of the group awake.
I fiddled with my hands, and then laughed. I decided to wake up the girls. I took the elevator to Cinderfall’s room first, and crept near her bed. I went into my creepiest voice possible and sang, “Time to wake up, dear~”. She opened her eyes, and then said, “What are you doing in my room, you stalker?” She asked, and I replied in my head canon of one of her original characters, “It is time to wake up, wake up! It is day outside, and you need to meet everyone downstairs, downstairs!”
Next, I went up to Sierra’s room. I walked up to her and whispered in her ear, “The Sufferer wants you awake~”. Sierra quickly opened up her eyes, and then fell off the bed. “Okay!” She said with a smile. I told her, “Come downstairs with me, then.” She nodded and we took the elevator down to the first floor.
“Okay, since it’s just the girls up, why don’t we tell each other about our dreams and desires- wait that sounds stupid. How was everyone’s sleep?” I asked. Cinder told me, “It was great until you woke me up.” I gave a laugh, and then looked towards Sierra. She told everyone, “I dreamed of where I used to live.” I only gave a shrug as a reply, and then Sierra asked, “How was yours, Maren?”
I went silent, and then said, “It would be better for you all not to know.” Cinderfall curiously raised her eyebrows, and then sighed. I explained most of it to them after a while, and then sat down. “I hate this place already. I wish I could just escape.”
“Why can’t you escape this place?” Sierra asked. “We’ll only be here for another week or two.”
“Do you actually know that, or is it just to calm ourselves before our demise?” I snapped. Sierra gave a poker-face, and then told me, “You’re going paranoid again.”
“I know, okay? There is nothing I can do about it right now, though.”
“You could give us a hug.”
“I don’t give hugs to anyone but one person in this world, okay, two people,” I replied, “even if they are my moirail”. I sat down in a chair. “I brought you two down here early because I wanted to mention something I wanted you to hear.” Right before I could say it, August and Killa came out from the elevator.