Ten
My scream was muffled by my pillow. I woke up, dripping sweat, breathing heavy, and heart racing. I looked around my room, making sure that I was really awake. I was. It was my boring room. I let out a sigh of relief, even though I was still scared out of
my mind. I felt around my body, making sure the torture weapons in my nightmare weren't actually real and I wasn't wounded. I got to my arm and gasped. I had a long cut going up my arm. I turned on my light and looked at it. It looked more like a scratch then a cut, so I looked at my nails. Blood. I had scratched myself in my sleep. I was getting really scared now. Of my dreams, Zaven, and even myself. I really needed to get that answer from Zaven. I needed to talk to him now. I got out of bed and went to turn on my computer.
Aubs101 has been signed in.
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DemonchildGood. He's on.
Aubs101: Zaven! We need to talk. Now!
Demonchild: Yeah, we do.
Aubs101: I don't ca… Wait. What?
Demonchild: You're right. We do need to talk. We will at school.
Aubs101: No now. I can't wait until school.
Demonchild: Tell me this though. Do you have a long cut or scratch on
your arm?
Aubs101: Yeah…? How did you know?
Demonchild: You do?! Which arm? Quick tell me I have to get off!
Aubs101: It's on my right.
Demonchild: Shit. Okay. I have to get off now. Sorry. Parents are coming.
Talk to you at school tomorrow. Bye.
Aubs101: Ugh… Fine. Bye.
What is with him? He's really starting to piss me off.
I turned off my computer, not bothering to sign off. I was so confused and mad, I just didn't know what to do. I swiveled around in my chair and looked around my room. I didn't know what to do. I looked at my bed. Sleep was the last thing on my mind. I looked at my bathroom. A hot shower might calm me down. That was a possibility. I looked at my nightstand. There was a notebook on it. A notebook? Where did I get that?
I walked over and picked up the unfamiliar book. It was black with red, white, and silver swirls and designs on it. It looked really cool, but it wasn't mine. I was hesitant to open it, but I ended up slowly turning the pages, flipping through the book. All the pages were blank. All except the first one.
'Aubriana-
Write down your nightmare. Make sure you give me every detail. Use as many pages of this as you need. And when your done, draw a picture, as well as you can, of the scene you were in. Don't ask questions, even though I know you have a lot. Just write. And when you're done, leave this book on your windowsill with the window open about an inch. And write nothing else but your dream. I know this is all very confusing, just follow these instructions. Please. It will help.'
What the hell? Who gave me this? This makes no sense.
Even though I had so many questions, I followed the instructions. I spent the next two hours writing my dream down. Then I spent another hour attempting to draw. I learned I'm a terrible drawer but I also learned that it feels good to write everything down. To just let it out.
I think I might do this more often. I like this. Just without the drawing…
I continued my drawing, trying to make it as detailed as possible. When I finished, I opened my window and put the notebook on the windowsill, just like I was told. When I looked outside, the sky was on its way to darkness. I didn't really pay attention to the oncoming darkness, and just looked out the window for awhile. The cold air soothed my hot, tense body and cleared my mind a little bit. I got up from my place by the window and went to my computer. I signed on to my IM, now feeling ready to talk to Zaven again.
Aubs101 has been signed on.
Friends online:
Demonchild
It's weird how he's always on when I want to talk to him. How strange…
Demonchild: Hey…
Aubs101: Hey what's up?
Demonchild: Nothing. Drawing.
Aubs101: You draw?
Demonchild: Yeah…
Aubs101: That's cool! I'm a terrible drawer. I just learned that tonight.
Ha-ha. So what are you drawing?
Demonchild: An angel. I'm just wondering, sorry if this sounds really
weird, but can I use your face for this angel? I mean like can I draw your face as the angel's face?
Aubs101: Um, sure. Why my face?
Demochild: Well, you have a really pretty face and nice features.
Aubs101: Really? Wow… thanks.
Demochild: Your welcome.
Aubs101: Can I see the picture when you're done…?
Demochild: Sure, I guess. If you really want to…
Aubs101: I do! It sounds really cool. When will you be finished?
Demonchild: I'm not sure. I just started, and it takes me awhile to finish
each picture. I put a lot of detail into them.
Aubs101: Okay that's fine. I can wait. Can I see some of your other ones?
Demonchild: Sure. Maybe we can hang out again sometime.
Aubs101: Sure! What are you doing Tuesday?
Demonchild: Nothing. Want to hang then?
Aubs101: Sure. What time and where?
Demonchild: Right after school? And at my place? That's where all my drawings are.
Aubs101: Right after school sounds good. I have to ask my mom about going to your place though. Hold on, let me go ask real quick.
Demonchild: Okay.
Aubs101 has temporarily left and will be back soon!
Aubs101: Yay! My mom said it was okay for me to come over on Tuesday!
Demonchild: Really? Cool!
Aubs101: What about your parents? Are they okay with me coming over?
Demonchild: They are fine. They won't care.
Aubs101: Cool. I can't wait to see your drawings. Describe one of them to me.
Demonchild: Um, well the one I just finished, was of a girl. Her hair was swaying in the wind and she was sitting in front of her window, eyes closed, with a small smile on her face. The background looks as if it's just about to become dark, but not quite close to it yet. She looks really relaxed in it. I saw her in my dream last night.
Aubs101: Wow. That sounds really good. Did you finish it today?
Demonchild: Yeah, about 15 minutes ago actually. I was drawing it all day. I wanted to keep her image fresh in my mind.
Aubs101: Yeah, that sounds familiar. I had a nightmare last night and I was writing it down and drawing a very bad picture about it. It felt good to get that terrifying thing off my chest.
Demonchild: I know what you mean. I hate nightmares. I get them all the time. I just take the happiest part, even if it's just a small, insignificant part, and draw it. If there is no happy part, I draw the worst part. I won't show you those pictures. They are really intense…
Aubs101: Okay. I'm fine with that. I have to go sorry! My mom wants me to come down for dinner. I'll see you tomorrow at school!
Demonchild: Okay. See you tomorrow. Bye.
Aubs101: Bye!
Demonchild has signed off.
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