《Lucid dreamer》


 The first dream

    Another tiring day hadended. I laid awake in my bed, waiting for fatigueto consume my consciousness... Time has passed and I couldnot drift off into slumber. Suddenly, a strike from a bell resonated through my room. I jerked out my bed and turned the light on. No clocks or bell could be seen in the room. Out of instinct, I moved to open the curtains, but instead of the dark night, pure whiteness greeted me. A White plain which stretched out and only a girl''s silhouette was in sight.


    The bell struck again.


    She came gradually closer and I could see her better, her long hair flowed with a crimson colour and strikingly beautiful features that seemed to be twisted in agony.I called out to her "Oi! Hello?". There was no response apart from the echoof my voice.


    The third strike came.Unauthorized duplication: this tale has been taken without consent. Report sightings.


    She staggered towards me while holding onto her shoulder. I tried for a reply again "Um... Miss, are you all right?".


    This time a slight whimper could be heard from her, "Please... Please help... Me..." I soon realised her hair was not naturallyred. Instead, it was coated with blood. Drips fell off as she moved. I was startled. She desperately reached out, only to find that her hand has been severed. I covered my ears as herscreamspierced my brain. Her last dire attempt atsurvival, she charged towards me and tackled me down. Leaving marks ofblood, the stubs of her arm pushed against my chest. Her agony could be seen in her tear-filled eyes.


    "Well well. Who''s this?" A voice reached from behind her. There was a man, his cold murderous stare froze me in place. "Oh well, I''ll just take care of both of you.", he said with a cruel smile on his face. He took out a whip edged with blades and directs it at both of us. This was it; the end has come.


    Then the fourth strike.


    And I awoke in my bed, sweat teaming down my face. That was too real for a dream...

 The awakening

    As if it was a recording, the dream repeated through my mind. I could still feel the sensation the girl''s warm blood gushing on to my clothes. Nevertheless, it was only a dream that would be forgotten throughout today. Yet it was still unnerving to experience something so real. Oh well. Life went on, so I dragged myself out of bed and prepared for school.


    My parents were often away, so I''d normally look after myself and my deadbeat of an older sister; April. So when I realised that she wasn''t present at the breakfast bar, I instantaneously knew she was still hoveled up in her bed. Infuriated, I went upstairs to wake her up. But when I finally reached the top, April came out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel which revealed everything apart from her lower section. Steam was still evaporating off her skin. I turned my blushed face away, screaming "Put something on already!!!"


    Despite this, she didn''t seem flustered and replied, "So what if you see? You''re only my little twin brother." How shameless of her. "What, you still can''t handle a bit of cleavage. You prepubescent boy." She said as she chuckled at my embarrassment. It was useless to argue with her. So I sighed and went back downstairs.  "Come down quickly or the bacon is going to be cold," I shouted.A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.


    I finished breakfast and set off for school.


    Another uneventful day has ended, and I was making my way back to my house alone. Upon which, I entered an unfamiliar street. I must have accidentally taken a wrong turn. It was a derelict street with nothing but litter and leaves being carried along in the wind. I looked at my surroundings and found a dilapidated church with a clock tower protruding out of the roof. The hands of the clock were pointing exactly at 15:59. Then the minute hand shifted.


    Out of the alleyway to the right of me, I could hear the shuffling of feet coming closer. A minor mumbling that of a scared animal soon became a loud cry. A figure charged out of the shadows and tackled me to the ground. Droplets of red splashed on my face. It was the girl from the dream. What the hell was going on!


    The bell strikes once.

 The awakening part 2

    The imprint of fear from last night has risen again, this time it took me by the throat. The girl who was so desperately clutching onto me was identical to my dream. According to my predictions that man would appear soon... And take our lives.  Driven by self-preservation, my body moved. I struggled to find balance as I stood up- due to my trembling legs and the girl''s grapple. She had her face buried in my chest and every time I tried to release myself, she would tighten her grip. Escaping would be difficult because she would be a burden to my speed. With no other options, I prepared my fists. My knuckles whiten and arm muscles strained. And then I struck her. The impact vibrated through her cheek and splatters of blood flung out from her mouth as she fell back.