The Abnormal Silence Of This Town

Bad Dreams

My eyes fluttered open. Nothing could be seen past the darkness and nothing could be felt past the coldness. It took me a while to realize that I was sitting down, and as I noticed, I pushed myself up, only to fall back onto the cold ground.

I felt something tugging at my arms and then gasped as I realized that they were chains. Cold and moist chains.

I inhaled deeply, trying to calm myself but all I obtained was even more fear. There was hardly any air in what I guessed to be a room and the little air that hovered smelled of rotten, decaying flesh.

I began to quicken my breath, way to scared to even consider the thought of being quiet.

Suddenly, I heard a door open and light illuminated the front part of the room. I was in the back, trying to breath a little slower. I saw the silhouette of a young child, a girl. Even from my distance, I could make out the condition of her hair. Most of it seemed dead and unwashed, also having a burned type of look to it.

I could see the girl's face getting wider, informing me that she was smiling. But why? Did this mean she wouldn't help me? Perhaps, was she the reason I was in her? I prayed silently in my mind not to let any of those things be true. The girl stepped a little closer, however I still couldn't see her face. Her smile grew wider and wider, assuring me that she was not going to help me.

"Welcome to Hell," she said, a voice both sinister and sweet. She turned and walked out of the door, closing it behind her. I suddenly smelled smoke and tried to hold my nose. It was either I died from inhaling too much smoke or not inhaling anything, including oxygen.

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I woke up and tried to move. My body still wanted to sleep but I didn't.

"Are you okay?" Mom asked, concerned about my sudden movements.

I tilted my head to her and saw that her eyes were fixed on the road. I rubbed my eyes, getting rid of any fatigue still left and started to move my body up in a sitting position, rather then my sleeping one.

"Why do you ask?" I said, noticing that jazz music was going throughout the whole car.

Mom took a quick glance at me and then looked back onto the road.

"It seemed that you were having a nightmare," she replied calmly, making a left turn.

Her silver charmed bracelet clinked together with every movement of her arm.

"No, I dreamed of ponies and roses," I grumbled while looking out the car window.

Dozens of trees passed within seconds and the gray sky looked like it wanted to rain. I heard Mom chuckle as she made another turn.

"No need to be grumpy, Alice. And I know that you had a nightmare. When was the last time you dreamed of ponies and roses? Six? Seven years old?" she continued.

She wanted to keep the conversation going, as if she was bored with just listening to her jazz. Her black hair was swept into a sloppy ponytail, along with my brown hair. Apparently, Mom had a friend that she wanted to visit in Redrum town. She decided that we were going to stay there for a year, and all of this was decided this morning.

I never was a morning person so the fact that we had to wake up at seven in the morning didn't please me. I twisted my head back to Mom. Her eyes were tired and her breathing was slow and deep. It reminded me of my nightmare almost immediately.

Scared, I shook the memory out of my head and sunk back into the comfortable car seat.

"We're almost there," Mom assured.

I rolled my eyes and once again I found myself looking out of the deplorable looking window.