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Dream State Chapter One

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It happened again. The voices, the images, the sounds, they all come back. Shows how stupid I was to think they were gone for good.

There it stood in front of me, looking at me with its hollow holes where its eyes are supposed to be. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak and it was hard for me to breath. “No, no, no, please no.” I wanted to cry but all I could muster was a single tear. It twitched towards me making me panic. Before it got to me, I felt a slap on my shoulder.

 

“Jake wake up,” Alyssa slapped my shoulder again. Sitting up dazed, I wiped a bit of drool off my face. I looked around and everyone was gone. I did it again.

“Not enough sleep?” Alyssa asked putting on her book bag. I shook my head no while doing the same. She shook her head in almost disappointment.

 

“That’s not healthy man, go to sleep early,” she suggested.

“I already do! At this rate I’d be going to bed at five.” Alyssa laughed a little as we walked out the door.

“Have you told your parents?” I shook my head. Besides my dad will never believe me.
“Dude, you need to tell someone.”

“Isn’t that what my therapist is for?” I half joked with a bit of mockery in my voice. Alyssa bumped into me trying to make me slam into the lockers.

“Bully.” I said catching my balance.

We walked outside of the school and into her car. I find it sad that I have to get rides from my friend, but it saves me the embarrassment of falling asleep on the bus and missing my stop. The car ride was soothing especially with only the sounds of the car humming and it was warm. The perfect combination for a nap. Soon my eyelids feel heavy and the warm sun beaming through the windows tucked me into the passenger seat. Soon I had fallen asleep.

 

Suddenly, I had went forwards and jerked back. I looked at Alyssa who was smiling like she was an angle.

“You have reached your destination,” she tried to sound like SIRI. I thanked her still sleepy and walked up to my door. I put the key into the door but it didn’t unlock. I tried again but no luck. I looked into the window to see if mom was home. I knocked on the door and waited a couple of seconds before trying again. Suddenly the door swung open revealing my mom smiling.

“My key didn’t work.”

“Oh your dad changed the locks.”

“Why?”

“He saw on the news that there’s been cases of burglars so he wanted to be safe,” I shrugged and made my way to my room.

“What do you want for dinner?” Mom called up.

“Whatever,” I answered before closing the door to my room. I sat my things next to my desk and fell onto my bed. Thank the lord I didn’t have homework cause I don’t think I’ll be able to leave this bed. The lack of sleep and being at school for almost eight hours can really make you want to cry. I laid there a while with my eyes closed thinking. Without knowing it, I had fallen asleep. Not a deep sleep like in the car but a small cat nap.

“Jake! Dinner’s ready!” Huh? It’s only been five minutes. Confused I walked down the stairs to see the living room didn’t look the same. It looked like my eyes had a fuzzy filter on them, everything was off.

“Jake! Dinner’s ready!” Mom said again. I walked to the kitchen but my body felt heavy.

“Ah, Jake you’ve arrived.”  Mom wore a dress that looked like it belonged in the 50’s. She had red lipstick on and pearls around her neck. Totally different from what she was wearing a few minutes ago. She smiled and gestured for me to sit.

“Where’s dad?” I asked.

“Oh why he’s getting fresh for dinner. Please Jake sit.” Why is she saying my name so much?

“Ah Jake my boy.” I turned to see my dad dressed from the same era as my mom. What’s going on? He sat at the end of the table and mom sat at the other end. They smiled and waited for me to sit. Mom eyed my chair then me which made me sit.
“There, now we can eat,” she passed around bowls of food which was odd because we usually make our plates from the pots off the stove.

“How was your day?” Mom asked.

“Good, how about you son?” Son? Dad never called me in that way.

“Um, good I guess. I’m not really hungry may I be excused?” A loud noise came from beside me. Mom had driven a knife into the table. I looked up at her face, and her smile had turned sour.
“You don’t like my cooking? I made your favorite.” She took the knife and stabbed the baked chicken that was in the middle of the table then held it up.

“I’m just not feeling too well.” Mom’s smile finally fell but into a horrifying frown. The corners of her mouth never stopped. Quickly I stood up from the table. I looked at my dad who relayed the same face as his wife. They began to walk towards me chanting my name. There were no exists, the dining room just became a room. Their faces began to melt and their eyes fell out of there sockets and their voices became distorted. Then I woke up.

Trying to catch my breath, I looked around everything seemed normal. There was a pool of sweat on my bed and my shirt.

“Jake! Dinner’s ready!” That sent chills through my being. Slowly I walked out of my room and down the stairs. The room didn’t look fuzzy anymore. I walked into the dining room to see my parents eating spaghetti.

“Where’s your food?” Mom asked mouth full of spaghetti. She wore the same clothes she had on when she opened the door for me.

“I’m not hungry,” I stated. She shrugged and told me to make a plate for later.

“Hey are you sick?” She asked.

“No,” I answer.

“Alright don’t forget your therapist appointment tomorrow. Is your friend okay missing school to drive you?”

I nodded. She’ll be more than happy. Mom smiled then told me to get ready for bed because I need the sleep.

“Stop babying him Maggie, he’s 17.” Dad said in a low grunted voice. Typical.

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Dream State Chapter One