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➳ CHAPTER FIFTEEN ➳
NIGHTMARES START WITH BLOOD
⠀⠀⠀Strangely, Mr. Clarke chuckled. "Oh... I don't think it'll matter in a couple of seconds."
⠀⠀⠀"Wh-why?" I ask. My head swam when I stepped back and I fell to one knee. I quickly look to the bottle still in Mr. Clarke's hand and I see the label. My heart drops.
⠀⠀⠀Sominex, the sleeping drug...
⠀⠀⠀My bottom lip trembles as I look back up at Mr. Clarke one last time, I see his lips curve in a small smile, "Because you won't be awake to hear the answers." He said simply. He got up and I struggled to keep my eyes open. He loomed over me with that soft smile of his, "Don't worry... You'll be okay... I promise."
⠀⠀⠀He kneeled down so and held my face in his hands so I could look into his icy blue eyes, as he spoke.
"Sleep well, Abby."
⠀⠀⠀The darkness was cold, and hollow.
⠀⠀⠀There as no escaoing it. My body was exhausted, and I could feel it even in my dreams. I just wished my dreams acknowledged that and just let me sleep.
⠀⠀⠀In the inky blackness, I saw something glare at me, it slinked up closer and closer, never really and truly sowing itself until I turned around-- like my dreams are a stage for horror cliches to unfold or something...
⠀⠀⠀I see the bright yellow eyes first. They were wide, and the black pupils were pinprick small... They stared right through me, and seemed to scream intellegence. Then I saw the matted wild fur. Each bristle of hair seemed to stand on end, reflecting the creatures seething rage, and they stabbed out like daggers.
⠀⠀⠀It approached me silently, and then spoke, which freaked the sh*t out of me because I remembered that voice from earlier... In that dream, before I woke up in bed with M. Clarke...
⠀⠀⠀The voice of the female Cheshire Cat of meth... Except this time, she didn't sound so groggy. She snarled,
"Why are you here?"
⠀⠀⠀"I don't know..." I stammered as I realized one last terrifying thing: I couldn't see my arms or legs, I was just floating... Like I drowned in a dark cold ocean, and I was sinking... Further and futher, and yet, I couldn't scream.
⠀⠀⠀I tried... But I didn't even see a single bubble rise and trickle up to the surface-- if there was one...
⠀⠀⠀Again, the snarl echoed around me, making me gasp. The figure melted back in the watery black and re-appeared beside me, closer this time... I could see the detail of its hanging jaw that was lined with pointy teeth, it bled heavily too... The dark blood leached into the nothingness and surrounded me.
"Why are you here?"
⠀⠀⠀The question was asked much more fiercely, as if to assert that I was weak and spineless, and would actually cower before her... Rebelliously, I forced my gaze to the eyes of the monster, and for a second, I thought it was Gabriel... And as if it could read my thoughts, the strangled voice of a woman cackled and laughed at me. "Gabriel?"
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