Chapter 3: Blood
I lay in my bed, trying to sleep. I knew that it was back. It would get me if I fell asleep. I couldn't let it get me. So I stayed awake all night thinking to myself, it's gonna get me! I didn't know how to stop it. When the sun once again rose, I could barely stay awake so I closed my eyes for one second and I was in a deep sleep.
I was in my bedroom, it was dark and I could barely see anything. I heard a sound coming from the next room. I gathered up my courage and walked out of my room toward the kitchen. I took a knife from the drawer and slowly walked to Melissa's room. I heard a song:
I like to eat, eat, apples and bananas I like to eat, eat, apples and bananas I like to eat, eat, apples and bananas I like to eat, eat, apples and bananas A lake tay ate, ate, apples and banaynays A lake tay ate, ate, apples and banaynays A lake tay ate, ate, apples and banaynays A lake tay ate, ate, apples and banaynays E leek tee eat, eat, eeples and beeneenees E leek tee eat, eat, eeples and beeneenees E leek tee eat, eat, eeples and beeneenees E leek tee eat, eat, eeples and beeneenees I lick ti it, it, ipples and bininis I lick ti it, it, ipples and bininis I lick ti it, it, ipples and bininis I lick ti it, it, ipples and bininis O loke toe oat, oat, oples and bononos O loke toe oat, oat, oples and bononos O loke toe oat, oat, oples and bononos O loke toe oat, oat, oples and bononos U luke to ute, ute, uples and bununus U luke to ute, ute, uples and bununus U luke to ute, ute, uples and bununus U luke to ute, ute, uples and bununus
I had hated that song for as long as I could remember. I knew that something was in there, and it wasn't Melissa. I went inside the room to reveal the clown standing over a sleeping Melissa I took the knife and stabbed the clown. I stabbed and stabbed until I heard screaming. I woke up holding a knife in my hand. I was standing over Melissa, who was screaming. The knife had blood on it. "Oh, my God!" I shouted, "Melissa! Are you okay?"
"Get away from me, you freak!" she screamed and ran out of the room. There was no blood on my sister's bed sheets, so I hadn't harmed her. Then I saw my wrists. They were both bleeding. I couldn't have done this, could I? Then again, I was holding a knife that had blood on it and my wrists were bleeding. I had tried suicide in my dream.
My mom and dad ran into the room and found me with the knife and the blood on my wrists. "Dana!" my mother cried. She was half angry, half afraid. "Dana, put down the knife," she instructed. I did so and put the knife on top of the dresser. My mother walked over to hug me. Then she saw my wrists. "Honey! What have you done?"
"I had a dream. I was killing him," I replied, looking at the blood spurting out of my wrists.
"Who is 'Him'?" my parents asked.
"The. The clown," I said.
"Oh, no! I thought you were over that fear. I thought you didn't have those dreams anymore," my dad said.
"I didn't. Until now," I said. A tear rolled down my cheek.
"Oh, Dana!" my mother cried and hugged me tighter. We held each other and cried.
She led me back to my bed and told me to sleep. I felt better, but I knew the clown would come back. He always did. I quickly fell asleep and I dreamt of the clown again. He was in the same old white room and he was singing the same old song, that awful, awful song.
The next day, I awoke in my bed with Darcy standing over me, smiling. "Good morning, Dana," he said, smiling.
I smiled back at him, "Morning." He bent down to hug me. We hugged for a long time and I loved every minute of it.
"I need to know," he said, "what happened to you?"
"Oh. It's nothing, really."
"Dana, almost killing your sister is not nothing."
"How did you know that?"
"It's all over the school newspaper, and everybody's talking about it."
"Melissa! She is such a little."
"It wasn't her. She's really scared. She won't talk to anyone about it."
"Oh. Who then?"
"I don't know; it's just around. Almost murdering somebody can be a really interesting piece of news."
I looked at him, and he looked at me. I was a little disappointed that my story had made the school newspaper. I sighed. I had been suspended from school because of what I had done. I didn't know how I would ever get into med school now. "Dana, no matter what, I will always love you."
"And I you, Darcy. And I you," I said in an English accent. He laughed at my silly voice. I got up out of bed and began to get dressed. I didn't mind him watching me. After all we were together.
I didn't know how it happened. I was suddenly in the white room with the clown again. He was chasing me with a knife, "I'M GONNA GET YOU! I'M GONNA GET YOU!" he shouted. I screamed.
"Dana! What's wrong?" Darcy asked. I was lying on my bed, fully clothed, with Darcy lying beside me.
"Sorry, I must've dozed off," I replied. ".Darcy. Can I tell you something?"
"Sure, babe," he said.
"It's a secret, and you can't tell anybody," I explained.
"Ok, spit it out."
"I have nightmares."
"We all have nightmares."
"No, I mean, every night. And not just random nightmares, they're all the same."
"Well, maybe it's trying to tell you something. What are they about?"
"A clown," I whispered.
He laughed hysterically. "Dana, you crack me up!"
"Shut up! I'm serious!"
"Okay, tell me more." So I rambled on about my dreams, and I think Darcy was wowed by my imagination, or maybe he had just drank too much coffee. I looked at him and smiled. He laughed at me.
"Dana, you're crazy," he replied and reached over me to turn on my radio. I nuzzled into his chest, smelling his armpit. He licked my forehead. "How you doin'?" he asked in a Joey Tribioni voice.
"I love you," I said. Before I knew it he was pulling off his pants and so was I. We rocked the bed, almost breaking it. I shouted out "Yes! Oh, yes! More! Darcy, more!" He was so absolutely great at sex, "Say my name!"
"What?" Darcy asked.
I shouted angrily at him, "SAY MY NAME!" I looked at him in a sexually mental manner and slapped him, "SAY IT!"
"Dana! You're name is Dana!" He screamed. He looked so afraid. I had been too rough with him. "You're crazy!" he shouted and jumped off me, "I'm leaving you!"
"Darcy- I-I didn't mean it!" I exclaimed. Darcy shot an angry look at me and pulled on his jeans and T-shirt. He quickly left my room and ran out the front door.
I lay on my bed, crying for hours and hours. Somehow I must've fallen asleep again. I dreamt of the clown again.
"HELLO, DANA," it said. I just sat and cried. "HE HURT YOU, DIDN'T HE, DANA." The clown replied. I nodded. "HE SHOULDN'T GET AWAY WITH THAT, DANA. YOU SHOULD GET HIM BACK."
I stood up. "Darcy is a kind boy, he was too good for me, I would never hurt him! It's you that's evil!" I shouted and grabbed a knife from somewhere. I ran toward the clown, but he kept getting farther and farther away. When I finally reached him, I stabbed him four times in the head. I smiled as the clown fell to the floor, dead.
Then I awoke, standing over Darcy's dead body. I was holding a bloody knife and I saw that I had killed my boyfriend. I dropped to my knees and began to sob for his soul. I was not a murderer! Or was I?
I lay in my bed, trying to sleep. I knew that it was back. It would get me if I fell asleep. I couldn't let it get me. So I stayed awake all night thinking to myself, it's gonna get me! I didn't know how to stop it. When the sun once again rose, I could barely stay awake so I closed my eyes for one second and I was in a deep sleep.
I was in my bedroom, it was dark and I could barely see anything. I heard a sound coming from the next room. I gathered up my courage and walked out of my room toward the kitchen. I took a knife from the drawer and slowly walked to Melissa's room. I heard a song:
I like to eat, eat, apples and bananas I like to eat, eat, apples and bananas I like to eat, eat, apples and bananas I like to eat, eat, apples and bananas A lake tay ate, ate, apples and banaynays A lake tay ate, ate, apples and banaynays A lake tay ate, ate, apples and banaynays A lake tay ate, ate, apples and banaynays E leek tee eat, eat, eeples and beeneenees E leek tee eat, eat, eeples and beeneenees E leek tee eat, eat, eeples and beeneenees E leek tee eat, eat, eeples and beeneenees I lick ti it, it, ipples and bininis I lick ti it, it, ipples and bininis I lick ti it, it, ipples and bininis I lick ti it, it, ipples and bininis O loke toe oat, oat, oples and bononos O loke toe oat, oat, oples and bononos O loke toe oat, oat, oples and bononos O loke toe oat, oat, oples and bononos U luke to ute, ute, uples and bununus U luke to ute, ute, uples and bununus U luke to ute, ute, uples and bununus U luke to ute, ute, uples and bununus
I had hated that song for as long as I could remember. I knew that something was in there, and it wasn't Melissa. I went inside the room to reveal the clown standing over a sleeping Melissa I took the knife and stabbed the clown. I stabbed and stabbed until I heard screaming. I woke up holding a knife in my hand. I was standing over Melissa, who was screaming. The knife had blood on it. "Oh, my God!" I shouted, "Melissa! Are you okay?"
"Get away from me, you freak!" she screamed and ran out of the room. There was no blood on my sister's bed sheets, so I hadn't harmed her. Then I saw my wrists. They were both bleeding. I couldn't have done this, could I? Then again, I was holding a knife that had blood on it and my wrists were bleeding. I had tried suicide in my dream.
My mom and dad ran into the room and found me with the knife and the blood on my wrists. "Dana!" my mother cried. She was half angry, half afraid. "Dana, put down the knife," she instructed. I did so and put the knife on top of the dresser. My mother walked over to hug me. Then she saw my wrists. "Honey! What have you done?"
"I had a dream. I was killing him," I replied, looking at the blood spurting out of my wrists.
"Who is 'Him'?" my parents asked.
"The. The clown," I said.
"Oh, no! I thought you were over that fear. I thought you didn't have those dreams anymore," my dad said.
"I didn't. Until now," I said. A tear rolled down my cheek.
"Oh, Dana!" my mother cried and hugged me tighter. We held each other and cried.
She led me back to my bed and told me to sleep. I felt better, but I knew the clown would come back. He always did. I quickly fell asleep and I dreamt of the clown again. He was in the same old white room and he was singing the same old song, that awful, awful song.
The next day, I awoke in my bed with Darcy standing over me, smiling. "Good morning, Dana," he said, smiling.
I smiled back at him, "Morning." He bent down to hug me. We hugged for a long time and I loved every minute of it.
"I need to know," he said, "what happened to you?"
"Oh. It's nothing, really."
"Dana, almost killing your sister is not nothing."
"How did you know that?"
"It's all over the school newspaper, and everybody's talking about it."
"Melissa! She is such a little."
"It wasn't her. She's really scared. She won't talk to anyone about it."
"Oh. Who then?"
"I don't know; it's just around. Almost murdering somebody can be a really interesting piece of news."
I looked at him, and he looked at me. I was a little disappointed that my story had made the school newspaper. I sighed. I had been suspended from school because of what I had done. I didn't know how I would ever get into med school now. "Dana, no matter what, I will always love you."
"And I you, Darcy. And I you," I said in an English accent. He laughed at my silly voice. I got up out of bed and began to get dressed. I didn't mind him watching me. After all we were together.
I didn't know how it happened. I was suddenly in the white room with the clown again. He was chasing me with a knife, "I'M GONNA GET YOU! I'M GONNA GET YOU!" he shouted. I screamed.
"Dana! What's wrong?" Darcy asked. I was lying on my bed, fully clothed, with Darcy lying beside me.
"Sorry, I must've dozed off," I replied. ".Darcy. Can I tell you something?"
"Sure, babe," he said.
"It's a secret, and you can't tell anybody," I explained.
"Ok, spit it out."
"I have nightmares."
"We all have nightmares."
"No, I mean, every night. And not just random nightmares, they're all the same."
"Well, maybe it's trying to tell you something. What are they about?"
"A clown," I whispered.
He laughed hysterically. "Dana, you crack me up!"
"Shut up! I'm serious!"
"Okay, tell me more." So I rambled on about my dreams, and I think Darcy was wowed by my imagination, or maybe he had just drank too much coffee. I looked at him and smiled. He laughed at me.
"Dana, you're crazy," he replied and reached over me to turn on my radio. I nuzzled into his chest, smelling his armpit. He licked my forehead. "How you doin'?" he asked in a Joey Tribioni voice.
"I love you," I said. Before I knew it he was pulling off his pants and so was I. We rocked the bed, almost breaking it. I shouted out "Yes! Oh, yes! More! Darcy, more!" He was so absolutely great at sex, "Say my name!"
"What?" Darcy asked.
I shouted angrily at him, "SAY MY NAME!" I looked at him in a sexually mental manner and slapped him, "SAY IT!"
"Dana! You're name is Dana!" He screamed. He looked so afraid. I had been too rough with him. "You're crazy!" he shouted and jumped off me, "I'm leaving you!"
"Darcy- I-I didn't mean it!" I exclaimed. Darcy shot an angry look at me and pulled on his jeans and T-shirt. He quickly left my room and ran out the front door.
I lay on my bed, crying for hours and hours. Somehow I must've fallen asleep again. I dreamt of the clown again.
"HELLO, DANA," it said. I just sat and cried. "HE HURT YOU, DIDN'T HE, DANA." The clown replied. I nodded. "HE SHOULDN'T GET AWAY WITH THAT, DANA. YOU SHOULD GET HIM BACK."
I stood up. "Darcy is a kind boy, he was too good for me, I would never hurt him! It's you that's evil!" I shouted and grabbed a knife from somewhere. I ran toward the clown, but he kept getting farther and farther away. When I finally reached him, I stabbed him four times in the head. I smiled as the clown fell to the floor, dead.
Then I awoke, standing over Darcy's dead body. I was holding a bloody knife and I saw that I had killed my boyfriend. I dropped to my knees and began to sob for his soul. I was not a murderer! Or was I?