Somethings' Forgotten (Slowly Updating)

Chapter four

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Cold beads of sweat was trickling down my face. I could feel the coldness of the room, it was like the houses they featured in movies, that had paranormal creatures haunting the area. It was awfully quiet and my breathing was rigid, I could literally hear my heart beating fast due to fear.

God where am I?

I do remember seeing this place, but where?

This place feels very familiar, but how?

I felt like I was hiding, hiding from something.

More like hiding from someone, because just then I felt it, a presence. I froze on my spot as I heard something move towards the staircase.

I stayed out in my hiding place, but peeled my head out as the room was filled with darkness, only the lights of the upper room turned on. As I ran my gaze through the opening of the room I was hiding in, I saw a shadow pass by me, disappearing as it neared a closed wooden door on the upper floor.

I recognized the shadow, it was of a man.

A man I probably knew very well of.

I quietly made my way to my room, it was allocated in the main floor. I knew what to expect, it's been the same since we have been found.

Her screams echoed through the house, making me shake in fear, but I still stayed put on my spot. They got louder as the torture was just beginning and her pleads were misheard like all the others.

Ring!
Ring!
Ring!

I jerked awake, covered in sweat, and my pants coming out hard as though I had run a marathon.

I turned off my alarm, I have a bad habit of snoozing five more alarms I keep before waking up to the last one and the regret episode of waking up late begins.

A groan left me while I rubbed my face to find sweat on my forehead, sighing I closed my eyes to try to avoid the thoughts of the nightmare I just had.

They started a few months ago, since we have moved to New York. It's the same nightmare, almost every night, the same place and the same screams. I shuddered thinking of the scenario I had been in.

I breathed in and out to bring myself to the real world.

I quickly checked the time to see how many hours of sleep I can get before my mom comes in to wake me up. The clock read 6:30.

Ugh! Who wakes up that early?

I closed my eyes again to catch up on some sleep when my curtains were harshly pulled open, making the sun rays to make its way into my dark room. I love sleeping in the dark, I find no distraction in it. I am a light sleeper too, it's difficult to find a peaceful sleep when you have an early riser of a mother, and loud neighbours who are either arguing or partying hard during the night. And add in a city which never sleeps, sleep is bound to come. Not. I groaned again knowing who was violating my curtains.

"Come on sweetie wake up. Don't you have work, it's your first day isn't it??" Work, that was enough to get me out of bed. "It's Monday already?" I asked and groaned while rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

The stupid nightmares have stolen my peace of the real world.

"I think I was the one who spent a whole day sleeping like a horse and spending the other watching horror movies with a whole bucket of junk, now was I? I don't know what day actually comes after a wasted weekend of nothing. Of course it's Monday." My mother replied.