A Living Nightmare

Intro:

Nightmare Memory

Sammy lay in her bed thinking of a time that once in her life that she was happy. No memory what so ever came in her mind, every now and than a small ounce of happiness would come to her mind but they would all end with misery.

Sammy turned off the lamp that stood on her bed side table. She closed her eyes and went to sleep. Her head buzzed with horrid memories from her past. She tossed and turned in her bed until the nastiest memory was a dream.

She was 10; she sat on a swing that was in the park, staring solemnly at the ground. Everything around her seemed happy every one was, except for her. Her hair was in front of her eyes as she looked down. Her hair looked black but it was brown, just dark brown and was very straight.

Sammy swung her feet back and forth and the swing moved a little. She looked up frowned and once again looked down at the ground. Her eyes were fixed on a shadow moving towards her. It was coming closer and closer. She couldn't stand to watch the shadow any more she lifted her head up and she saw a boy walking towards her. All of a sudden she was happy but, just a little.

The boy sat on the swing next to her. Sammy stared at him and the boy stared back. "Hi Kyle!" Sammy cheerfully said.

"Hey Samantha what's up" Kyle responded.

"How many times do I have to tell u I don't want to be called Samantha, I prefer Sammy. Call me Sam at the very least." argued Sammy. She didn't like to be called by her full name, Samantha. She didn't want to sound so girly in any way if possible. All she ever wanted was to be happy.

Now Sammy was inside of a room she was 11 she was in a corner of a room, her hands were over her eyes. 'Is it over' Thought Sammy, 'No it's not', she told her self, 'but than again there is no more noise.' She uncovered her eyes and saw Kyle on the floor, dead; she did not know how this could have happened. Confused, Sammy ran out of the room crying.

Sammy jumped out of her bed and sat on the window sill and began to cry. The memory was too horrible. She sat there for at least fifteen minutes crying softly to her self. "Who ever it was…who ever it was that k-killed him will p-pay." She mumbled to her self.

She slowly walked to her bed, looking at the ground. As she hopped into her bed she looked up at the ceiling and knew she wasn't alone.