The party was great until I walked over to the couch. Many people were dancing, some at the food table, and dubstep was playing loudly and reverberating in my head. This was a school party to celebrate the end of the year, and I sure wasn't celebrating. I hated parties, I hated them so much that every time the school had them, I would hide in a corner and do this weird thing I could do; doze out and make time pass really-quick so it was like there wasn't even a party in the first place. This time, though, the music was louder than usual and the dj was really into his beat, so I couldn't concentrate enough to do my thing, so I decided to go and sit in the couches on the edge of them room.
I had noticed that many people who were not from our school had attended the party, but I didn't mind. My boarding school, the Academy of Arts, wasn't so bad, but it rarely allowed guests, so I was a little concerned but happy for whoever got in. They must have been enjoying the party.
A guy in a light blue sweater was sitting on one of the couches, and next to him was a rarely-obtained empty space, so I walked over to sit down, but something distracted me. Next to the guy, an old man with spiky teeth and glowing black pit eyes had appeared. These creatures usually came around, and I didn't mind them unless they approached. I had quickly learned when I first came to the school that no one else could see them, so I considered myself special and freaked out my few friends when I could. They all thought I was joking about the appearances. In real life, I wasn't. They were always looking at me. Sometimes ladies in white dresses and their skin turned inside out would watch me sleep from the chair in my dorm room. I hated those nights, but again, they never came close.
The man with the pit eyes didn't bother me, but the fact that he had sat down on the empty place on the couch annoyed me. I really felt the need to sit down, so I gave him a please move stare. The guy in the blue sweater looked at me like I was strange, but something felt off.
Suddenly, the man with the pit eyes stood up. Everything got cold, and the music got shut off. All there was was silence, and everybody was confused. Then, the lady with the skin turned inside out appeared to his left, and plenty other appearances suddenly surrounded me. They all looked like horror-movie material, and they were slowly but surely walking towards me. I began stepping backwards, and I could feel eyes on me from my classmates.
The appearances were starting to go faster, and their bony fingers were reaching towards me as I was starting to panic. I began to walk backwards a lot faster, but they kept on following until I was against a corner. They were coming to kill me. Their red skin and pit eyes and bloody teeth were all coming closer, and all I could do was scream. I kicked my feet and could barely see the faces of my classmates against the consuming darkness, they were looking at me with a worried expression on their faces. They could not see the hands. When they got close, I kicked them away. I was scared. Terrified. Then, I felt other hands grabbing me, pulling me away from the creatures. Save me, I thought, save me before they get me. Save me. Save me.
All I could hear was my screaming. I was kicking madly at anything, but the hands were pulling me away from the creatures, although they were still following. I got one of the appearances in the leg and it let out a noise like a groan and nails on a chalkboard. All I could do was scream. I realized they were taking me, the hands pulling me were not fast enough, alarms were blaring in the distance, but they were taking my energy, my soul, everything inside me they were vacuuming into their pit eyes and bloody mouths and glistening fleshy skin, and I would not live if the hands didn't pull me away fast enough, I knew it.
I was still screaming a lung-ripping scream when I finally got out of the school doors. Where were they taking me, I wondered through my terror, but it had to be away from them. I couldn't kick anymore, all my energy was gone and I was limp, but still screaming. Then, a thought came to me. I concentrated and sent a bolt of my terror in their direction. I did not know who put the thought into my head but I was desperate to keep them away from me. The hands now carrying me were not fast enough, I had to do something. Then, a wall of terror seemed to block them off, but that was the last bit of strength that I had. Everything went dark.
The dakrnes lasted quite a while. I usually was aware of sleeping, and in this case, no dreams came like they usually did. Everything was pitch black, and in my subconsciousness I could feel myself moving, wind blowing against my skin and again, the arms carrying me. I am a small, scrawny, not very heavy person, but that is because the food at school tastes terrible so I barely eat anything. Most of the time I can only sleep four to five hours because of the lady watching me sleep, so the dark circles under my eyes are very pronounced against my pale skin. I never go outside as I have no reason to, I stay inside and read books and stay away from the appearances as much as I can, so I never get any sunlight.
The feeling of knowing that I am asleep is now gone, replaced by a slight red tone against my eyes. Is this a dream? I wonder through hazy brain activity. I do not know anymore. I do not know. All I can do is let myself be carried by the sleep I really need.