Chapter 8
Restless
When Melissa got home it was after dark. Her mom still wasn't home. She walked up the driveway and pushed her bike in the garage. She then entered the house and put her books on the counter. Her body was going through the motions but her mind was still swimming from the meeting she had just left.
She sat at the kitchen table and began to mindlessly copy notes from Andrea's notebook. She sped through her History homework and the lesson from her Algebra teacher and put her books away. She then walked up the steps to her bedroom. But as she reached the door way she stopped and turned back to her mother's bedroom. She walked to her door and opened it. It smelled of jasmine and talcum powder. Her mother must have been there that day. She had already unpacked and her corner office was already setup.
Melissa walked to the lamp and turned it on. She reached for a random drawer and pulled it. The drawer was locked. Melissa turned off the lamp and headed back down the hall. A wave of nausea hit her and she fell to her knees. She sprinted to the bathroom and relieved the erg and pulled herself up to the sink. She was hot and cold at the same time. Her skin was clammy and her bone tired and weak. She stepped back out of the bathroom and felt sick again, but she didn't fall she just screamed. "What the hell do you want?" and another cramp hit. She collapses on in the hall. She opened her eyes, her vision blurry, then black.
When Melissa opened her eyes again she was not in her hall way. She had fallen asleep. She was in the damp boiler room. She stood up and walked to the boiler. Fresh blood dropped from the cracks and to the floor. Before she reacts the door opened and burning flames licked the sides of the opening. She could hear the cries of pain and pleads for help.
"You have to listen." The voice said again. Melissa turned from the fire and saw the dead girl again. This time she was not alone. A small group of them were behind her.
"Who are you?" Melissa asked.
"We were the first." A little girl said. It was the same one from her previous dream only this time she looked like the other girl with the white skin and wet hair.
"Why me?" she asked.
"It's all there in black and white, if you just look for it." The girl said.
"I can't. I don't know how." She pleaded.
"We can only protect you for so long." The first girl said. "Then he will find you too."
"What do I do?"
"They have played this game far too long, Now the nightmare man has gotten strong From souls from his past He shall hunt until he finds the last." The little girl recited.
"Then what?" Melissa asked.
"Never Sleep Again." The first girl replied.
Melissa woke up then to her mother shaking her. "Melissa!" she called to her. Melissa opened her eyes and stared at her mother. Her mother felt her face. "You're burning up!" she said in a panic. She helped Melissa Stand.
"I'm fine mom." Melissa insisted.
"No, I don't want to hear that." She sat Melissa on her bed and came back with a thermometer. She put the nozzle in her hear and pressed the trigger. "103.4! Get up; we are going to the hospital."
"No mom, I'm fine." Still her mother pulled until Melissa was in the car and they were driving to the hospital.
Inside the emergency room her temperature had gotten even higher. The doctor checked everything, but she seemed okay.
"Have you been getting ill lately?" the doctor asked.
"I got sick yesterday morning, and this afternoon."
"How much have you slept young lady?"
"I've slept, but not well."
"Have you been taking any medications?"
"No," she lied. "Just haven't been sleeping well."
"You know that if you don't sleep your immune system can weaken. It makes you venerable to illness."
"No, I feel." But Melissa couldn't talk anymore. Her eyes rolled back and she passed out.
"Oh my God! Doctor! Her temperature is 106.5!" Said her mother, and as she said it her temperature again began to climb.
"Nurse we need some ice!" The doctor called. "We need to get her temperature down! Quickly!"
But Melissa couldn't hear them. Melissa was far away from the cries of the nurses and doctors. She was dreaming. But would she wake up this time?
Restless
When Melissa got home it was after dark. Her mom still wasn't home. She walked up the driveway and pushed her bike in the garage. She then entered the house and put her books on the counter. Her body was going through the motions but her mind was still swimming from the meeting she had just left.
She sat at the kitchen table and began to mindlessly copy notes from Andrea's notebook. She sped through her History homework and the lesson from her Algebra teacher and put her books away. She then walked up the steps to her bedroom. But as she reached the door way she stopped and turned back to her mother's bedroom. She walked to her door and opened it. It smelled of jasmine and talcum powder. Her mother must have been there that day. She had already unpacked and her corner office was already setup.
Melissa walked to the lamp and turned it on. She reached for a random drawer and pulled it. The drawer was locked. Melissa turned off the lamp and headed back down the hall. A wave of nausea hit her and she fell to her knees. She sprinted to the bathroom and relieved the erg and pulled herself up to the sink. She was hot and cold at the same time. Her skin was clammy and her bone tired and weak. She stepped back out of the bathroom and felt sick again, but she didn't fall she just screamed. "What the hell do you want?" and another cramp hit. She collapses on in the hall. She opened her eyes, her vision blurry, then black.
When Melissa opened her eyes again she was not in her hall way. She had fallen asleep. She was in the damp boiler room. She stood up and walked to the boiler. Fresh blood dropped from the cracks and to the floor. Before she reacts the door opened and burning flames licked the sides of the opening. She could hear the cries of pain and pleads for help.
"You have to listen." The voice said again. Melissa turned from the fire and saw the dead girl again. This time she was not alone. A small group of them were behind her.
"Who are you?" Melissa asked.
"We were the first." A little girl said. It was the same one from her previous dream only this time she looked like the other girl with the white skin and wet hair.
"Why me?" she asked.
"It's all there in black and white, if you just look for it." The girl said.
"I can't. I don't know how." She pleaded.
"We can only protect you for so long." The first girl said. "Then he will find you too."
"What do I do?"
"They have played this game far too long, Now the nightmare man has gotten strong From souls from his past He shall hunt until he finds the last." The little girl recited.
"Then what?" Melissa asked.
"Never Sleep Again." The first girl replied.
Melissa woke up then to her mother shaking her. "Melissa!" she called to her. Melissa opened her eyes and stared at her mother. Her mother felt her face. "You're burning up!" she said in a panic. She helped Melissa Stand.
"I'm fine mom." Melissa insisted.
"No, I don't want to hear that." She sat Melissa on her bed and came back with a thermometer. She put the nozzle in her hear and pressed the trigger. "103.4! Get up; we are going to the hospital."
"No mom, I'm fine." Still her mother pulled until Melissa was in the car and they were driving to the hospital.
Inside the emergency room her temperature had gotten even higher. The doctor checked everything, but she seemed okay.
"Have you been getting ill lately?" the doctor asked.
"I got sick yesterday morning, and this afternoon."
"How much have you slept young lady?"
"I've slept, but not well."
"Have you been taking any medications?"
"No," she lied. "Just haven't been sleeping well."
"You know that if you don't sleep your immune system can weaken. It makes you venerable to illness."
"No, I feel." But Melissa couldn't talk anymore. Her eyes rolled back and she passed out.
"Oh my God! Doctor! Her temperature is 106.5!" Said her mother, and as she said it her temperature again began to climb.
"Nurse we need some ice!" The doctor called. "We need to get her temperature down! Quickly!"
But Melissa couldn't hear them. Melissa was far away from the cries of the nurses and doctors. She was dreaming. But would she wake up this time?
