Post by KelseyMattie on Mar 26, 2005 16:34:32 GMT
Kelsey awoke from her dreams with a jolt of terror. Sweat was pouring down her face, her breath was accelerate so much that it hurt to breath and her sheets looked as if she had been flailing baout in her sleep. She put her hands down on the sheets infront of her and tried very hard not to puke. Her head was turning and her somach was flipping. She closed her green eyes and took long steadying breaths.
She tried not to think of the horrors in her sleep. It was horrible. But the images came back anyway. A man was there, he wanted soemthing. Kelsey would then try to push past him. he would shake her asking for something that Kelsye had no idea was. He would then ram her against the stone of the building behind her. She would cry out in pain as blood trickled down her head. The man would smile and Kelsey would grow angry. She would stand and grab a piece of glass from the ground and push the glass into the man's back. She would stab him more and more as he would fall to the ground, she would laugh in pleasure as his life would slowly drain from his eyes. Then a light would appear and Kelsey would look up, wiping the splattered blood from her face. Her eyes would widen and she would scream in terror. Then she would wake up, screaming.
Kelsey felt tears press her eyes. The one thing she was afraid of, other than a close one dieing just like both her parents had done leaving her in an orphanage, going from foster home to foster home, was killing someone else. She dreaded the feeling of taking happyness by slaughtering someone else. She wiped her tears and stood, forgetting her dressing robe and just running down to the common room in her pajamas.
She fell onto a couch and cried.
She tried not to think of the horrors in her sleep. It was horrible. But the images came back anyway. A man was there, he wanted soemthing. Kelsey would then try to push past him. he would shake her asking for something that Kelsye had no idea was. He would then ram her against the stone of the building behind her. She would cry out in pain as blood trickled down her head. The man would smile and Kelsey would grow angry. She would stand and grab a piece of glass from the ground and push the glass into the man's back. She would stab him more and more as he would fall to the ground, she would laugh in pleasure as his life would slowly drain from his eyes. Then a light would appear and Kelsey would look up, wiping the splattered blood from her face. Her eyes would widen and she would scream in terror. Then she would wake up, screaming.
Kelsey felt tears press her eyes. The one thing she was afraid of, other than a close one dieing just like both her parents had done leaving her in an orphanage, going from foster home to foster home, was killing someone else. She dreaded the feeling of taking happyness by slaughtering someone else. She wiped her tears and stood, forgetting her dressing robe and just running down to the common room in her pajamas.
She fell onto a couch and cried.