Mental state

Walls

I woke from a merciless dream that swept me away with vivid details and inperfect perfections. A lovely nightmare. Just another thing to inspire me to right out another story. I start with a title. A feeling. Something that holds a meaning. Reverse. A single word of true meaning, something that most definently blows away the tital I chose for Kiato Uzas writing contest. I crumble up the paper and whipe cold sweat from my forehead and look at the black wall that sits and watches me. It follows me, my movements. There when nothing else is. I look away so I may focus and close my eyes. Something makes the door creak. I see a figure with green eyes. I take a moment to give it a stare. Something wet flops beneath it.
"Hey....?"
The word falls into a small word with such little meaning.
"Hey, is that you dad? I just want you to know, if this is a joke its not funny."
The large shoulders shift and make a sickening poping sounds.
"Yyyour Pareents are goooone...."
The voice sings in a off tune scratchy tone. It creaks forward in a slow motion and begins lumber towards me. It reaches a large hand out toward my face. I take a moment to think, things seem to slow down. I think reasonably and take into action as soon as the world seems to turn loose into its former speedy glory. I shift to the side were my desk lies. Theres a pencil. Thats about it. If I get out of this alive I really need to save up for a knife.
I grab the pencil. The beast rams into the wall.
"Holy SHIT! Why the fuck you have to be rough with my stuff!"
My heart beats quickly, I had to move I had to stop worrying. My head began to bang.
I threw my foot up into his face and heard a sickening crack. This made me smile.
As he lay in daze I took slow steps toward him.
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO WITH MY PARENTS?!" The silhouette didnt move an inch. My pencil felt like my last recourse if I needed something so I kept it close.
I moved in around it and looked at it closer. It had a mask. It- he was strangely peaceful on the ground. I turned away and moved toward the door, when something grabbed my ankle. It squeezed until my ankle began to bleed.
"AGGGGhhhGh! L-let go!"
I looke at the masked man and he gave me a look of despair through the eye holes of his mask.
"No YOU CAnt SeE wHAt he diD...."
The voice was hoarse. Pupils small and filled with fear. Fear.
"What-"
Something walked through the front door.
I ran out of the room limping, due to the man that seemed to fear something he did. Something that I was in no way mentally prepared.
FEAR
FEAR
FEAR
FEAR
FEAR