DWMA

Stupid dream

Dark.
Dark.
Dark.
That's all I can see. That's all I have been seeing,well minus the long glistening weapon slowly moving towards me, scraping the ground as it moves.
I run, run as fast as possible. However, no matter how fast I run I can never get far enough.
It keeps coming. Getting closer and closer; the blade scraping the ground becoming louder and louder.
The noise turns my stomach. Nausea hits me like a brick.
I can no longer move, my head is spinning, my vision blurring. I have to close my eyes, the pain is unbearable.
My head feels as if  it is being slammed into a brick wall. Over and over. My stomach feels as if it is trying to jump out of my body.
I fall to the ground, screaming, gasping for air. The pain is so great I can hardly breathe. As I lay writhing in pain, the noise stops. The sickening noise just stops.
Hesitantly I pry open my eyes only to see the weapon in front of me. My eyes widen. I can't deal with this, I don't know how.
As if my arm has a mind of its own, it reaches for the weapon.
I don't want too, I don't want to touch it. I want to run. But I can't, the pain keeps me pinned on the floor. While my arm continues to reach for the weapon.
Finally I reach it, my fingers brushes the blade ever so slightly. It's freezing under my touch. As if it was alive it leaned into my hand.
The cold caused a shiver to run down my spine, but I swear, I swear I felt warmth. It was as if it has its own heat source. But that can't happen it's an inanimate object not a living thing.
The blade then tilted slightly towards me. I expected to see my own face in the weapons reflection. But I didn't. I saw a toothy grin smiling at me. I screamed...
I saw a sudden flash of blue, then darkness once more. It all disappeared taking the weapon and grin with it.

I woke up, gasping for air. 

sitting on my bed I looked around. I am in my own room. I see the place that I had made my own. Laundry scattered on the floor. School bag laying by the door, folders falling out of it. Papers surrounding my computer. A little blue bird sitting on top of it. The blankets on my bed were a mess jumbled and pushed to the bottom of the bed. 

I sighed. It was just a dream. Thank god.

The door of my room slowly opened revealing my mother. Worry written on her face.
"Are you okay y/n?"
"Yeah momma I am fine, just a bad dream." I smiled. That's believable right??
"Alright n/n try and go back to bed. If you want we can talk tomorrow. Okay?" Dang it she doesn't believe me!!!
"K momma night."
She closed the door making sure not to make a whole lot of noise. Easing back into bed. Looking at the ceiling I replay the dream trying to make sense of it. I have had the same dream every night for the last week. But tonight's dream was different. I always usually wake up after the pain starts. Panting and gasping for air my head pounding, but tonight's was so much worse. It was not on only scarier and more frightening but it felt different I just can't explain it. I can't pin point the exact reason.
After a few minutes my consciousness started to slip sending me into a dreamless sleep.