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I decided to release chapter two of the short story. they aren't really chapters, but more like sections. I'm actually up to chapter 5 and this one still needs work, as doe others. Critiques would be awesome!
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Chapter 2- Following Nightmares
My heart was pounding when I awoke. The pounding penetrated my head and it felt like my body was convulsing in its rhythmic wake. My breaths were gasps for air, like a fish out of water. I sat up and a wave of nausea swept through me. A sense of vertigo immediately came and I closed my eyes to calm my body and nerves.
I opened my eyes after the failing of my senses dissipated. I was cold after breaking out in a cold sweat and pulled the covers around my body tighter. The clock read 5:45 AM. The birds were chirping outside in preparation for the sunrise. I decided to go for a run to hopefully somehow rid my body of its recent ordeal.
The air outside was crisp and dry. It wasn’t by any means cold at a sparse 78 degrees but at my weakened state, I shivered from the air. Armed only with a hoodie and sweat pants, I set out on a short jog. With the outside air, the morning fog within my mind cleared and allowed me to discern the jumbled thoughts in my head. The dream was fresh in my mind, and it wasn’t dissipating like it usually does. This dream was something my mind wanted me to remember. But why?
Questions kept coming and going in my mind. After around a mile and a half I turned around on the trail to go back home and was met with the sunrise. Even its fiery orange beauty did not inspire answers to come to the forefront. I was slowly getting maddeningly frustrated. I have always taken pride in my skills of logical deduction, but in this case, my logic has fled, and any hope of deducing answers fled with it.
Arriving home, I took a shower. The warm patter of the water was soothing and I drifted in and out of a sleepy slate. My eyes fluttered as sleep seemed to grab a hold of my mind. I was teetering and I grabbed the shower bar to steady myself. Though I was stable, I drifted off…
I was immediately met with the woman ‘s face. Horribly pixilated and screaming. In her hand was the knife. It was smeared with blood and dripping. The torrential shriek was a hurricane. It was sucking me in. Closer and closer towards the woman. I clawed at the ground trying to escape. I was falling and falling….
I gasped for air. I was on the ground of the shower. The water was no longer worm but extremely chilling. I was shivering from the dream and the cold water. I got up and turned off the shower and dried myself off. I turned on the small room heater to warm me up. The air immediately started to warm. But I was still shivering. The dream had shaken me, and was continuing to haunt me. Why?
I proceeded downstairs and picked up a banana on the counter. By the time I was outside, the air had warmed to a slightly uncomfortable 84 degrees. But I was still shivering. I got into my car and drove myself to school.
The drive was uneventful. The traffic was light and I managed to get to school in a reasonable amount of time. Parking was not a problem as many students don’t arrive until 11 or 12 and it was around 9 or so. I parked and put some soothing music on, hoping it would soothe my frayed nerves. I was still jumpy after this morning, but the music did wonders in helping me relax. I closed eyes and soaked up the music. I opened my eyes to see the car clock at 9:30. It was almost time for my class. I grabbed my back pack from the passenger side and put my hand on the door handle.
I looked up at the rearview mirror and the woman was there. Her face still horribly pixilated but I could tell her mouth was agape mid-scream. Blackness poured from her mouth and engulfed the car. I was kicking at nothing trying to free myself from this endless torture. The tormenting face continued to be burned into my head. I screamed in despair at my plight. The haunting memory would not leave.
I gasped again, hitting my head on the steering column. I reached clumsily for the car handle and stumbled out, still gasping and shivering. The sun blinded me and I ran into the car next to mine. I collapsed next to the car and started to cry. The face still was in my memory, and it wouldn’t leave me alone.
My heart was pounding when I awoke. The pounding penetrated my head and it felt like my body was convulsing in its rhythmic wake. My breaths were gasps for air, like a fish out of water. I sat up and a wave of nausea swept through me. A sense of vertigo immediately came and I closed my eyes to calm my body and nerves.
I opened my eyes after the failing of my senses dissipated. I was cold after breaking out in a cold sweat and pulled the covers around my body tighter. The clock read 5:45 AM. The birds were chirping outside in preparation for the sunrise. I decided to go for a run to hopefully somehow rid my body of its recent ordeal.
The air outside was crisp and dry. It wasn’t by any means cold at a sparse 78 degrees but at my weakened state, I shivered from the air. Armed only with a hoodie and sweat pants, I set out on a short jog. With the outside air, the morning fog within my mind cleared and allowed me to discern the jumbled thoughts in my head. The dream was fresh in my mind, and it wasn’t dissipating like it usually does. This dream was something my mind wanted me to remember. But why?
Questions kept coming and going in my mind. After around a mile and a half I turned around on the trail to go back home and was met with the sunrise. Even its fiery orange beauty did not inspire answers to come to the forefront. I was slowly getting maddeningly frustrated. I have always taken pride in my skills of logical deduction, but in this case, my logic has fled, and any hope of deducing answers fled with it.
Arriving home, I took a shower. The warm patter of the water was soothing and I drifted in and out of a sleepy slate. My eyes fluttered as sleep seemed to grab a hold of my mind. I was teetering and I grabbed the shower bar to steady myself. Though I was stable, I drifted off…
I was immediately met with the woman ‘s face. Horribly pixilated and screaming. In her hand was the knife. It was smeared with blood and dripping. The torrential shriek was a hurricane. It was sucking me in. Closer and closer towards the woman. I clawed at the ground trying to escape. I was falling and falling….
I gasped for air. I was on the ground of the shower. The water was no longer worm but extremely chilling. I was shivering from the dream and the cold water. I got up and turned off the shower and dried myself off. I turned on the small room heater to warm me up. The air immediately started to warm. But I was still shivering. The dream had shaken me, and was continuing to haunt me. Why?
I proceeded downstairs and picked up a banana on the counter. By the time I was outside, the air had warmed to a slightly uncomfortable 84 degrees. But I was still shivering. I got into my car and drove myself to school.
The drive was uneventful. The traffic was light and I managed to get to school in a reasonable amount of time. Parking was not a problem as many students don’t arrive until 11 or 12 and it was around 9 or so. I parked and put some soothing music on, hoping it would soothe my frayed nerves. I was still jumpy after this morning, but the music did wonders in helping me relax. I closed eyes and soaked up the music. I opened my eyes to see the car clock at 9:30. It was almost time for my class. I grabbed my back pack from the passenger side and put my hand on the door handle.
I looked up at the rearview mirror and the woman was there. Her face still horribly pixilated but I could tell her mouth was agape mid-scream. Blackness poured from her mouth and engulfed the car. I was kicking at nothing trying to free myself from this endless torture. The tormenting face continued to be burned into my head. I screamed in despair at my plight. The haunting memory would not leave.
I gasped again, hitting my head on the steering column. I reached clumsily for the car handle and stumbled out, still gasping and shivering. The sun blinded me and I ran into the car next to mine. I collapsed next to the car and started to cry. The face still was in my memory, and it wouldn’t leave me alone.
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