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The first thing I notice is that I'm not home. The second thing I notice, is that my mom is talking to me.
"-We're going out to do something together for the day. Lock the door behind us, and do not let anyone in." Mom pauses to give a pointed look at my younger sister, who looks to be only half-listening. She then looks to me and places a kiss to my forehead. "Make sure she doesn't do anything she isn't supposed to, lock the door, and chill out 'til we get back. Tomorrow, we can go do the things we planned. For now, settle down and get comfortable, then we can have fun on our trip."
'Trip. So we're on a trip. Okay, not unusual. Must be in the middle of summer then.'
I nod. When they leave, I lock the door and look to my sister. "Remember, no unlocking or opening the doors, and don't look out the windows, since you have a tendency to do that." She sighs dramatically and looks at me. "I know, you say that, every time."
"Well, you wouldn't have to hear that every time if you just stayed away from window and doors." I retorted. She rolled her eyes and walked off, presumably to a different part of the house we booked.
So now, I didn't know what to do. I then hear the sounds of trucks rolling through the neighborhood, stopping on the sides of the road. They sounded like my dad's truck, so I squint towards the windows, wondering if I'll see the bright red of the tahoe. I don't and realize there's two trucks. One, a dark orange, and I can't remember the color of the other one. They both look as if there was a lot of time and money put into them.
I shrug and walk off, exploring the house.
Soon, I end up back infront of the front door, and I hear knocking. I don't open it though, and I briefly wonder where my sister ran off to. The knocking got louder for a second, and a small tingle of fear settles into me. When it stops, I breathe a sigh of relief and go to the back door.
When I reach the back door, I realize it's unlocked, so I reach out to lock it. The door starts to open, so I grab the handle and force it closed, realizing someone's on the other side. Fear creeps into me before I hear the voice of someone younger than me. "Hello?" they question. I opened the door by a sliver and looked out.
There was a boy, and he was younger than me by at least 2-3 years. He looked at me and smiled. "Hi, I was wondering if you'd like to listen to my music?" he asked, which confused the hell out of dream-version of me. I step out onto the back porch, taking notice of the dogs they have in a pin. The kid briefly says one of their names, but I didn't catch it.
I chuckled awkwardly and waved my hand to my neck. "No, I'm- I'm good." I replied, he seemed to take it as a challenge as he replied with "Please? It's good music!" before I could answer though, his mom came out through their back door. "Stop bothering the neighbors! They just got here." She then turned to me. "I'm sorry about him."
I smiled before replying. "Oh no, it's fine, really." I then turned to look at the kid. "Maybe later, okay?" he nods, then my sister comes through the back door, seemingly appearing from thin air. She sees him and immediately makes him her friend. (But like, how do younger children have that ability though? Like wtf?)
After that, I realize that I hear distant banging, so I go inside and realize that my two dogs are there, one of which isn't supposed to be here, because she was put down in January. I pet her, taking a second to take her in since I haven't seen in a long time. I then remember the banging, which was still happening.
It's coming from the front door.
It's the same guy. He's trying to get in.
No, no, no, no, please no.
The door's unlocked.
Why is it unlocked? I locked it, I know I did.
Peanut barks, I think.
I rush to the door, which was beginning to open, and I press all my weight against it.
It's not working, he's still pushing. He says something, something I can't make out. This can't be right. I managed to get it closed, and I lock it again. I back up, and squint to see out the window.
He leaves, muttering something I think.
*:･ﾟ*+ﾟ (Because my dreams like to timeskip themselves)
I don't know what time it is, but it feels like it's been a while. I'm watching something on the T.V., and I'm pretty sure my sister is still outback playing with the kid from next door. My dogs are laying on the carpet in the living room, which I just now noticed was there.
Light knocking. I don't answer.
Banging, and I still don't answer.
I squint out the window, and realize that it's the same guy from earlier. I rush to the door, pressing my weight against it in case he tries anything.
The door tries to open. It was locked and I'm getting pretty tired of it becoming unlocked magically. Keeping my weight against the door, I lock it again. The top left corner of the door starts trying to cave towards me, which shouldn't be physically possible. My panic increases tenfold.
I silently thank whatever God that exists in this dream that my sister isn't inside with me.
I offhandedly note that my dogs seemingly disappeared.
I hear metal whirring, and I wince while panicking. Because 'That means'-. I can hear the change of tone of the unknown machine coming into contact with something; the door.
'Fuck fuck fuck FUCK FUCK FUCK-'
The door comes off of it's hinges. I think they melted the metal parts off. The door falls and I come face to face with three men.
The man from earlier.
The guy's friend. He walks away, I think to the neighbor's house. I faintly register that I prayed she would be okay.
And a new man, he held the machine that took my door down.
I stood there, looking at them, frozen, because 'fuck. shit. sonofabitchwhatdoIdo-'
The man with the machine walks away, too. And then I realize that the main one is reaching for me.
I panic. 'Nononononnononononono-' And I bolt. I go past him, outside, with no destination in mind. My mind is blank, mostly, my instincts screaming at me to run, run. Get the fuck away from him, please, don't let him get you. And I obey, trying to stay away. But I'm not fast enough. I yelp as a firm grip latches onto my wrist, pulling me back.
My back comes into contact with the grass harshly, a phantom pain already blooming. I look up and I realize it's the same man, and my fight or flight kicks in. Since flight didn't work, fight was the next option. I tried to kick him, but it didn't work, he grabs my legs and pins them down, rendering them useless. His hands reach for my neck, and I swiftly, somehow, throat punch him.
This stops him as he briefly tries to catch his breath, giving me enough time and momentum to shove him off of me. I dodge as his hand reaches for me again. I keep backing away as he gets up, my eyes never leaving his form. His gaze sets on me, and I freeze, bracing myself. I can't move. 'Fucking move, pleasepleasepleaseplease. I can't move, whywhywhywhy-' then he turns.
I pause, confused, before I realize. 'He's heading for the house. My sister! NONONO-' I take a running start and tackle him to the ground, like hell I was gonna let him reach her. He lets out a small shout as we fall, and I quickly stand up, making sure all my weight was dropped as I pressed my foot against his throat to keep him from moving. Amidst his wheezing, I hear a car. I look up and see a red car pulling up.
"MOM!" I shout, realizing who was pulling up. The man beneath me had passed out from lack of oxygen, I think. I run towards the car and squat next to the window as she rolls it down after coming to a complete stop. She reaches out and takes my face in one of her hands.
She looks at me with pity, and worry as she asks "What happened?"
"I-" I try to start to explain, and I break as I start to cry. I pause to take in a shaky breath of air and-
Oh.
I'm awake.
And crying.
*:･ﾟ*+ﾟ
I blink through my tears as I take in what's around me. Soft blanket, which I'm curled up in.
The radio, which plays at night when we all go to bed.
My pillow, which is warm from me laying on it.
The pikachu plush I cuddle with at night, the softness of it.
I hear the A.C. that we turn on every night because we like to sleep in the cold.
My tears, warm, as they stroll down my face into my pillow and the blanket I sleep on. (No, I DO NOT sleep on the floor, if you were wondering.)
My shaky breathing, as I realize that I can't seem to calm myself down. But I don't want to. I don't hold my tears back as I cry freely, making sure not to make any sounds, not wanting to wake anyone up. I curl into myself even more as I replay my dream in my head, realizing that I was crying because of a dream. My mind muddles as I realize that this dream had an impact on me.
I don't know how long I continued to lay there, but eventually I sit up, looking at the coffee pot, which says that it's 5:40 in the morning. '20 minutes before my alarm' I briefly note, my tears still flowing, though not as heavy.
I let out a shaky sigh, wrapping my blanket around my shoulders as I sit there, waiting for 6:00 to make it's way here. Who knows how long I was up and crying before I sat up, but I don't stop the tears. They soon lessen, a few slipping out every-so-often. By the time my alarm goes off, I'm calm enough that I can breath evenly. When the alarm sounds, I wipe my tears, and turn off the alarm.
I get up and go to gather some clothes, and I never mention the dream to those who live with me, and I pretend it never happened. They still don't know, but I'd prefer to keep it that way. It comforts me in a way, knowing that a simple dream like this had an impact the big on me. Though, I have been keeping an eye on my sister more, always making sure I know where she is.
And while I do not wish to have another like this one, there were a few good things that came from it.