Can nightmares become reality?!
I was alone, afraid and out of hope.
Corridor after corridor I kept running, trying to get away from those horrible creations.
I felt like my chest was going to explode with every gasping breath I took and I could feel my knees shaking with tiredness. I needed to find somewhere to rest… and fast! 'Come on Ib, you can do this. Not far now!' I thought to myself as if I was cheering myself on.
"Agh!" I cried as an excruciating pain shot down my arm. Of course it had to be where that statue had dug its nails into my arm. Not only was my arm hurting, but my legs were now burning with exhaustion. But I kept moving on, otherwise they would get me!
Suddenly I was stopped in my tracks. A girl, who had to be around my age, was standing a few metres away from me. She had marble-like blue eyes and silky blonde hair that reached to her waist. She looked innocent and friendly, yet both sinister and evil at the same time.
"Hello Ib," Spoke the girl in a sweet kind voice "Why are you running from us?"
She was smirking. Her eye twitching as she pulled the palette knife from behind her back. I found myself walking back only to find those things had surrounded me! As she grew nearer I squeezed my eyelids together hoping it would shield me from the pain I was certain would follow. "IB!" a voice screamed out.
I sat up quickly not sure where I was. Bringing my cold delicate hand to my forehead, I wiped the sweat from above my brow. The familiar posters of my 'obsessions' shall we call them came into view. I let out a relieved sigh and glanced over to my dimly lit phone.
I had plenty of time to get ready and so I jumped out of bed and walked to my bathroom. Before I knew it I was fully dressed in my red, white and black uniform. My hair was well groomed and not a single hair was out of place. With half an hour to spare I went and made myself something to eat and then sat down at my computer.
Scrolling through my news feed I came across a status from one of the 'popular' girls. It read 'Just heard we're getting a new boy in my form called, Garry or something. I hope he's hot!'
'Hmm… Garry. That name sounds familiar' I thought to myself.
I spent the rest of my free time sitting there thinking about my nightmare I had. That world seemed so unnatural, yet so real. Like I had been there before…
I jumped as my phone buzzed. It was time to go to school. Maybe I could befriend this 'Garry'.