30Hey everybody! Sorry it took so long to update I had a major case of writers block lately. I hope you all enjoy the new chapter and please review. All of your reviews help alot. Chapter twelve will be up in a few day hopefuly.
Chapter eleven: Nightmare
Screaming.
I' m screaming, but nobody hears, as I run desperately through the forest. My clothes tear against the trees, scratching my face and arms. I watch as my blood spills and trickles down my skin. So much blood! I moan, growing dizzy at the sight. It's dark and cold, as hail and rain hit my body, stinging my skin and leaving me feeling weak and cold. Shadows surround me, following me wherever I go, but I know instantly they're not shadows but the monster I 'm fleeing from. I scream again as my head fills with intense pain, my knees buckle beneath me as I fall to the ground in a scream of agony. I lie helpless on the forest floor, unable to move. My vision goes cloudy for a second, my head is turned violently towards the sky by unseen hands. I whimper in pain as I try desperately to close my eyes, to avoid the horror to come, but find myself unable to do so. I know that any second the monster I'm running from will appear before me. And as it does I begin tupdateo scream. A scream that could pierce a person's soul…barely recognizable as human…
I awoke screaming, tears running down my face, blurring my vision and distorting color. My heart raced, pounding in my chest, as I waited for the moment the monster from my dreams would appear before me. I've had the same dreams for weeks now, I knew how it ended. I shuddered violently against the mere thought of it.
I should've listened to its warning.
Something inside of me, paranoia caused by a hunter's intuition, had always told me it was more than just a dream. But that couldn't be true, nightmares were just nightmares. Right?
But then again, I was once unafraid of the dark, thinking it simply the absence of light. I had been wrong then, and now here I was, wrong once again. I should have told Dean, I thought, but I was too afraid he'd think I was being a baby. How very foolish I had been, by not telling him.
I was wrong, dead wrong!
I coughed loudly, the spasms of which shook my body violently. Leaving me in shock realizing I had coughed up blood, panic engulfed me, as the metallic taste of it began to fill my mouth. Oh God! I groaned as another wave of violent coughs sent my body once again into another way of spasms. My coughs sputtered to a stop leaving me feeling sick and tired.
I looked around, surprised to find myself lying in front of a warm fire, on a small worn, and beaten couch. What the hell! I gasped shuddering,even with the fire and the quilt that was wrap around me, I felt cold, my teeth were chattering. I shivered violently, causing more painful coughs. Where the hell am I? I thought as an overwhelming sense of panic surged through my body. I remembered now, the night adventures. The demon who killed my mother and destroyed my family had taken me hostage.
I looked around the room where I was being held prisoner. A cabin! I thought noticing the usual cabin paraphernalia, like a mounted animal head above the fireplace. Coughing again, I struggling to lift up my head any higher then my pillow. Great a cabin that's real original. The atmosphere was too nostalgic, too cliché, too… antiquated… Panic and anger surged through my body, as I began to wonder….
Maybe the whole thing was just a dream brought on by my fever. Maybe the whole time I've just been in one of my dad's friends cabin, while dad was out hunting. Maybe I am safe. I snorted, unable to believe my own desperate lies. Yeah right! Now I'm losing it.
I knew that I was the prisoner of a monster. Looking up, I half expected to see yellow eyes staring down at me from the ceiling. I wondered what it planned to do with me. I regretted that instantly as all of my dad's stories began to fill my head.
Is it going to kill me? Or…worse…
I knew from my father that there were things worse than death, much worse things then death. So waking up still alive had left me with a bitter sweet feeling. God please help me, I begged as I stared up at the cracked ceiling, pain shooting through out my body.
What was he planning on doing to me? Why was I ….Oh God I cried as a sharp pain shot through my head, making the room swirl around, as I slipped into darkness.
I must have been out for awhile, the once raging fire was now just smoldering ashes and embers. The room was softly lit with the early morning sun. I laid there drifting in and out of sleep, thinking about Dean and Dad and where they could be. When a sharp wave of pain shot up my leg. I knew it was the pain that had woke me from my feverish sleep. I groaned, as I tried to sit up, noticing that I was soaked in sweat head to toe, my body still feverish.
"Dean…." I rasped, my throat dry and swollen as if I had swallowed razor blades and cotton balls, even breathing caused pain. Dean, where are you? I thought, as I tried my best not to swallow.
A single tear ran down my face as I remembered that I was alone, taken by a monster. Another wave of pain shot up my leg causing me to cry out this time. God it hurts!
Suddenly out of nowhere a sudden and painful wave of nausea came over me. I choked back on the coming tears, trying my best to control the nausea, as it proved pointless. I coughed, choking back on the upcoming vomit, as I threw off the quilt that was wrapped around me as quickly as I could. I tried my best to ignore the pain as I rose slowly off the couch.
I had no idea where to go or what to do! The helplessness and anger grew inside me; as I
struggled to control the tears that were fighting to escape. Daddy where are you? Why haven't you found me? 'We can't save everyone!' Dad voice answered sadly. I let lose the wave of tears I tried so hard to hold back.
By the time I finished crying the nausea had grown amazingly worse, as I started climbing off the couch. I stood for a second only to collapsed to the floor, screaming in agony. My scream seemed to go on and on till finally stopping short in my throat in crying sob. Oh god does it hurt! I looked down at my leg, it was covered in thick bandages soaked through with blood. Wha….What happened? The nausea roused painfully from my throat, an being unable to stop it I heaved onto the rug next to me. Great I moaned collapsing a foot away from the disgusting pile. shaking violently. Dean, where are you? I groaned looked up at the ceiling not noticing the footsteps drawing nearer and nearer.
"Sammy, what are you doing out of bed?" The monster mocked as he kneeled down next to me pushing the hair out of my eyes.
"Leave me alone!" I coughed sending my body into another fit of shakes as the darkness began to surrounded me.
"Sammy, is that the famous Winchester stubbornness I hear." He laughed picking me up
roughly and placing me back on the couch. "Don't worry kid-o your safe now." He answered smiling as he pulled off the bandages on my leg. I screamed as an intense pain shot up my leg.
"Maybe it's best you go to sleep now." YED whisperer as I drifted off into darkness.
TBC