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Dreams and Darkness Chapter 1

I held my breath, knowing that if I take a step forward I may never come back; but if I hesitate or don't step, I may forever regret it. Pressure, so much pressure. Either way could lead to mass destruction, World War III, or worse.

Yet, as time progresses do we slowly realize that we may all ready be preparing for the next World War; it could be hiding right under our noses and we may not even know it 'till everyone is recruited. You see tensions are rising between everybody, and it's my job to stop it.

My decision could be vital to survival; if I choose one path, I could create a world war. My part is huge. Pressure, so much pressure. I am only thirteen years old and I all ready have to make a life-or-death decision. I don't know if this is even possible for me.

Gasping for air and praying to every god known to man that I do not kill everyone in the world; I step in the vast everlasting darkness. Now, this is permanent. Now if I look back I could die. Now, I am alone. For ever. I hope I made the right choice.


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The heart monitor beeped steadily, bringing me to a bad nights sleep. An IV tube ran down the inside of my arm. I thought I was out for just a few seconds, but obviously not. Now I don't know how long I was out.

“Good morning Kelsey. I hope you had a good night's sleep,” an unfamiliar voice sounded at the end of my bed. I blinked open my tired eye, feeling like I could've slept for several more hours straight.

I scanned the room with blurry vision. I could remember the night that I blacked out; mainly because my mind kept on playing it over like a movie scene that won't get out of my head. The decision that I chose last night, the one that no one else would've chosen, could it have been the wrong choice? Was the darkness the worst part of the night, or was the seemingly perfect world the worst?

I'm still here, though. I'm still breathing, my heart is still pumping, of coarse I'm confused, and I am positive that I'm alive.

“Happy sweet 16, Kelsey Jane. We hope that you are feeling better!” A small crowd shouted from around my bed. The voices, they seemed familiar. Who the heck are they? Wait, since when was I 16?

“No, no that's impossible. I'm 13, I've been thirteen.” I was trying to say. My mouth moved, my tongue moved with the words, but no sound came out. My vision was still so terrible that I couldn't make out shapes, and now I can't talk?

Just then, I felt a gentle wind, a breeze actually. It was coming from an unseen window. I felt a chill down my spine and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. This is not normal. I thought, pondering why I felt this way.

“Kelsey, we need you. Come back Kelsey!” an eerie voice whispered in my ear. I couldn't tell who it was. Maybe this was some psychopathic freak. Maybe. . . .
The scene changed quickly.

I was running through a never-ending tunnel. I felt like I was flying, yet the adrenaline and fear that pumped through my veins told me to stay on the ground. The only sound that echoed throughout the tunnels were my tennis shoes slapping against the cold pavement, my heavy breathing, and my pounding heartbeat. After what seemed like hours of constant running I realized that the tunnel may never end.

Finally, after a long pause of communication, I heard whispers. They were surrounding me, inaudibly attempting to get my attention. I wouldn't give them any of my concentration; especially since I still don't know what I am running from. Slowly they dropped off until one voice rose above everything. The same voice that was in my previous nightmare. The same one that sent chills down my spine. Whoever they were, they were following my sub-conscience.

“Kelsey Jane, come back. We need you. We love you. Come towards us Kelsey Jane. We're here to help you. Come back to reality.” The eerie voice was hissing in my ear. Creepy tunnel, all alone, whispers. I must be going insane on Halloween.
Without warning, the scene changed once more with a flurry of exotic colors.

I was sitting in complete darkness, forced to listen multiple voices that rang out in the silence. I wanted to run, to hide, to scream. I wanted to move, to call for help, to beg for forgiveness and ask them to let my free.

I was still sitting. My brain registered no complaints that were sent, just let me sit there, paralyzed. Complete paralysis scared me, dragged me into unwanted fears. I couldn't stand up, I couldn't call for help. I was sitting alone, in a dark room where you could hardly see one millimeter anywhere. I was stuck in here, possibly forever, alone in a room with complete darkness. Forever, a never ending eternity. Stuck in a chair in paralysis.

Unless, of course, I could break free. The paralysis that bound me to this chair scared me, but I wasn't going to let that control me. What if I was just paralyzed by my fears? Slowly my arms started to prickle, then my legs. I felt like a million pins were piercing me, dragging me into insanity. Still, I couldn't move them. Still, I was stuck. Maybe, if my limbs wake up, could I move around.

“Kelsey. Kelsey. Kelsey.” The eerie voices chanted, dragging me further into insanity.

I jumped awake, my heart pounding and my nightmares running through my head. Not only that, but I had a bizarre feeling that I wasn't alone, that someone was watching me.



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MaxRide said...
Nov. 13, 2011 at 8:31 pm

write more!  it is so good so far, i love the details of her dreams and thoughts!

~Max <3

 
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