She struggled to keep her breathing at a normal rhythm. But her vain attempts were futile as her head began to spin with a whirlwind of nausea. She clutched her head, opening and shutting her eyes to see if she could regain the sharper images of the paved ground around her. The scenes got blurrier; there were now blobs of people walking to from classes in the high school. So many people...so many blinding colors...the sharp pain rung its existence into her head again. The blobbed forms of her friends crowded around her, inquiring whether or not she felt okay.
"I...I don't feel so good," she mumbled, her ears loosing the voices of her friends, drowned out in a perpetual ringing silence. Her nerves went numb, and her body gave out. With her eyes shut, her exhausted mind let the heap of her body fall onto the floor. A soft, muffled cry of concern. Vibrations of footsteps rushing to her. The feeling of darkness's hands...
An empty grey corridor with no end in sight loomed around her. The girl took a step, her foot making an echo off the walls. The silence was unbearable and persistent.
Tick tock.
The girl whipped around in surprise. "Who's there?" she asked to the hallway. Her frightened senses made her involuntarily step back a few paces.
Tick tock. Tick tock.
The sound of steps followed the ticking.
Scared from the sudden abrupt sounds, she began to run madly, her own footsteps creating their defense against the impending sounds. The foreign ticking and footsteps clashed it out with her own steps as they got louder and louder.
"Stay away from me!" she screamed to the unseen threat, her legs wobbling from the force of her run. Just as her body was about to stop to regain all the lost oxygen she needed, the hallway was turned into the pitch black of a raven's plumage. Light was cut off, and the girl was left standing in the dark. Trembling from fear of a rapid heartbeat, the girl made a few uncertain steps forward into the darkness. Each step was another step on that mysterious abyss, with the shadows clawing at the bottom of her feet and clinging to her body like tape.
Something grabbed the girl's face roughly, and she tried to pull away. The thing gripping her felt like the hand of some person. It pulled her in closer to something waiting for her in the black depths.
"Let go of me!" she tried to yell, but her jaw was constricted from moving. Her hands were slamming into what she believed was the body of the creature. She could feel it's warmth breath upon her lips as it examined her. Her heart and mind raced, her body feeling the inevitable doom coming.
However, a light peered out from the behind of the person, coming to be the girl's savior. The girl was blinded for a moment, and the person let go of its grip on her, stepping back. Deep orange eyes watched her, as a smile was placed upon its lips. In the next second, it was gone.
Instinctively, the girl walked to the light, clawing her way through the darkness. In the last few feet to the edge of the light, she reached out her hand. It was grabbed by a hundred hand of warmth and euphoria, sending her on a rushing current to somewhere else...
With a shock, the girl awoke, freed from the prison bars of her nightmare. Her friends and family crowded around her, a giant sigh of relief exhaled, and relieved faces painted on each and every one of them. After an exchange of what exactly happened, the girl got up from the bed, stretching her wearied limbs. Her eyes peered from the window and into the orange of dusk. However, her eyes widened as she caught a glimpse of those deep orange eyes again.
They belonged to a teenager with shaggy auburn hair with a lanky body. He watched her window intently, analyzing her expression of shock. Once pleased, he sent her off with a smirk and began walking a few steps, fading off from her vision. The girl gulped, and figured that it was best to stay silent. She probably hallucinated. After all, it was just a random nightmare.
But, then again, the girl had never known of the nightmare catalysts, and how they loved to play mischievous tricks on humans, just as the boy had done with her. She just happened to be unlucky enough to be chosen.
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Chronicles of a NaNoWriMo Writer
I will be recording my ordeals through the month of November trying to finish my story. Roadblocks I include: school life, life in general, story obstacles, and the almighty evil HOMEWORK! *gasp*
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