I'M NOT DEAD YET!!!

CHAPTER WHATEVERS -NUMBER-I-AM-ON: MAGGIE

dream journal #6

I've always had really, really this horrible nightmare and often awake in the middle of the night screaming. But this one was different. I have been having this same dreaming over and over again for the last three months. Maybe it was a coincidence, maybe not. Either way I was going to relive that nightmare in reality pretty soon. This is what I had dreamt.

I was walking down this one narrow and empty street. It was very dark for there were no streetlight, nothing. It was also raining, deep washing rain with a deep fog. I felt the temperature was about 24 degrees Fahrenheit. The world was empty and I wondered to myself how did I managed to get here in the first place. I looked down at myself with a surprise.

Blood. Everywhere. It was on my soft blue dress and on my shoes. I felt pain on my knees and arms and my face but I couldn't tell. Something was preventing me from doing so. I suppose fear for I also felt cold sweat on me. Crimson liquid was on the knife I held tightly. In all I felt horrible. But horrible wasn't enough. I felt like I had done something. Something more terrible than the usual fistfight and verbal abuses. I had killed someone.

It was of pure agony that I fought myself from fainting. I kept telling myself, swearing under my breath; no, I haven't killed anyone, no! But in truth I was dening myself over and over again. I was walking and now began to run. I just kept running down the street. Downt the empty rundown gravel. Suddenly, I stopped in front of a mirror. Just one of those plain looking mirrors nothing more, nothing less. A simple tool for one to see one self and one's life and secrets. Sometimes secrets are better kept within. But I had no secrets, nothing. And what scares me the most was that I saw myself.

At first, I thought I had saw a zombie, a living corpes; for the girl in the mirror was as good as any. Her long whote tresses were cuttted at odd places- some short here, some long there. Her face was filled with such a fear, pain, and axiouity that it terrified me even more. She was covered in sweat and blood, and her skin (oh her skin) was the color of death. She was paled as death with a few missing parts. A giant chunk of her left cheek was rottening away and I nearly screamed when I saw that her bare legs were nothing but a yellow-ish, blood stain bones.

I nearly died of fright. Nearly screamed out of my mind. But then, I caught myself. There was no way I am like that. It was one of those tricks where people put something in the mirror to make you look like that. I also told myself that mirrors often tell lie about women. I couldn't make myself believe it, for the girl that stood in front of me was too real, too terrified to be fake. When the fog lifted and the rain creased, I just sat in fear of myself, finally able to see the truth. I had just realized I was one of the living dead surrounded by the ones I held dear.

I was only ten years old. It was the day I awoke to see myself covered with a dull gray colored hair. For serveal weeks on end, I fought to keep myself from going insane. I thought I was going to turn into one the living dead and kill my family like the mindless monster I am. After a few months however, I revived myself.

Saturday night, April seventeenth

I needed a walk. It was one of those days when you just needed to get of the house for fresh air. Nothing more. My parents were haveing on of those arguments again so I leave them be, taking only a stick, supple enough to whack someone, with me. I decided to walk towards the verge of town. In a matter of minutes I saw a small faint light in the distance. Someone was coming. I ran and hide to the bushes. There could be travellers but the way they walked, so full of awarness, gave me the feeling that they were on a hunt for something. Closer and closer they came.

"Neil, there's nothing over here." a woman's said. It was a sad and miserable voice.

"No, " a man's voice, perhaps Neil, "Just to make sure."

"He's right you know." another woman's voice. "You never could--" I never got to hear more. Something or someone had grabbed my ankle. A giant rough hand covered my mouth and I was pushed back into what felt like metal. I quickly struggled to find my weapen. When I did find it I whacked the thing. It didn't work.

"NYAAAA----" Pain racked my knuckles when I realized that superhuman thing broke my knuckles. In the distance, loud chuckles and fighting sounds were heard. I didn't pay much attention. Frantically I struggled thesuperhuman. There was a loud crunch and then whatever was holding me had vanished. Soft arms had taken their place. I blinked hard. I was flying literally. I looked up to see a woman with a determined look in her eyes. She cursed softly under her breath. She was chinese.

She landed softly on the ground. "Miranda!" Another woman appeared with a spinning disk on her arm. Light was bursting as if out of nowhere. Had I thought about it back then I could realized I had met these people before at the town. I was in too much fear and pain to realized it. The Chinese woman carefully dropped me to the ground. "My goodness." She gasped at my wound. I thougth I was dead. My entire right arm was gone.

"I could sew it up but you would have to look for it." the other woman, Miranda said, nervously. A loud bang echoed somewhere.

"Hold on a second." With that the Chinese lady disappeared.

"Can you stand??" Miranda asked me. I stood up a bit wobbly. I nodded. She took my left hand. "Follow me."

We began our journey to the motel.

HAHAHAHA! I AM NOT DEAD YET!

I fianlly got the will and strength to finish this lovely story. ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?? GOOD

Next: we'll see. I'm making this crap up as I go so stay tuned