"Nooo, don't wanna get up.." Lydia mumbled, grabbing the penguin doll and hugging it, then flipped onto her stomach and pressed her face to her pillow. Why was Danielle up so early? It wasn't even noon!
"But we have chemistry class at ten." Danielle pointed out.
"Oh.." Lydia glanced at her Hannah Montana clock, "It's only seven! Go back to sleep." Lydia demanded, lifting her hand to shoo Danielle out of her room.
"Okay, fine." Danielle returned to her room, and Lydia turned onto her side, pulling blankets over her.
Lydia opened her eyes. Like her previous dream, the surroundings felt so realistic.. But hadn't she moments earlier been in her room..? She held onto some railing while she explored a boiler room, but stopped when she rounded a corner. Before her laid five bodies sprawled out on the floor. The longer she looked at them, the quicker the corpses decomposed until the faces were unrecognizable. Yet, she would never forget who they were. She had no remorse for killing these people, but..seeing them like this was just..
"What a naughty little girl.." she heard a low voice, but couldn't place where it was coming from. Abandoning the bodies, she walked in different directions, searching for whomever had spoken.
"Hello..? Is anyone here? Hello?" Some steam hissed nearby and she jumped a bit. She then acknowledged this was a dream, so she returned to the corpses and kicked one.
"Yeahh, what are you gonna do about it?" she kicked again, then shrieked when a partially skeletal hand grabbed her ankle. The slimy, rotten hand tightened its grip and Lydia started spazzing out.
"Begone! My gods! What the.. UGH! Let go! I said let go!" she screamed. When she finally broke away, she ran as quickly as she could.
She froze when she heard the screeching sound of metal against metal, and blue sparks attracted her attention. She watched someone in a rather lame Christmas sweater approach her, and he lifted his bladedhand from a metal pipe. Lydia decided it was stupid to be so freaked out over a dream, so she crossed her arms and asked, "And who are yousupposed to be? Oh, oh, wait. Don't tell me. My worst nightmare, right?" she rolled her eyes at the corny cliche.
"Mm..smart girl." he consecutively flexed each blade while stepping closer to her. "Your lack of fear is interesting.." he examined her eyes.
She arched an eyebrow and stared at him, coming up with the reply, "Your face is interesting!" 'Leave it up to me to imagine something like this guy..' she thought in amusement.
He gave a low growl, grabbing a handful of her hair and slamming her into a wall where she fell to the floor, collapsing onto her stomach. The man knelt down beside her, resting a blade on the back of her neck.
"You're not real. You can't scare me. The corpse just caught me offguard-"
"We'll just see how real I am, bitch.."
She was about to reply that his language was not needed; however, he slashed down her back, leaving four parallel gashes.
She woke up screaming, and her back felt like it was on fire. She then heard Danielle yell, "Geez, Lydia! Some people are trying to watch television!"
Lydia started to cry, overwhelmed by pain. She forced herself up and into her bathroom, turning on the light and taking off her blood soaked shirt.. That was ripped with four lines. She threw it at the ground and grabbed a towel, pressing it to as much of her back as she could reach. She sobbed in pain, shuddering with each throb of her wounds. She then pulled away the towel and turned around, lookingover her shoulder and into the mirror.
The blood flow was slowing, and she was relieved that the cuts weren't as bad as they felt. She cleaned off more blood and soon it stopped. She really didn't want an infection, so she tortured herself with germ-x, hissing and moaning in pain. When the cuts she could reach were sufficiently cleaned, she opened a cabinet and put the germ-x back. She next rubbed ointment on the sensitive wounds, then spaced out and thought about that burnt man. How was this possible..? But there was no need to question it..Nothing could explain that this was a coincidence. It wasn't like she had glass in her bed.
She sat down on her sink, fear annihilating her usual tiredness. "That peasant.." she mumbled, picking up her shirt. "I liked this shirt." she sighed and folded the camisole before putting it on the countertop. It even had a built in bra! Ugh. "Whatever." she sat on the sink again and leaned against the mirror, but quickly pulled away. Her back was too sore to touch anything. When Lydia left the bathroom, she tossed her now useless shirt into a drawer while putting on a loose tshirt. She then headed downstairs to find Danielle, who had recently fallen asleep on the couch.