1 August 2012
The child lay awake, oblivious to what was going on downstairs. Something papery gently brushed against her foot, making it twitch. She sat bolt up in bed and turned the light on. Out of the corner of her eye, something disappeared into the cupboard. Silently, slowly, she got up and walked out of the room. She cautiously went into her brother's room, knowing he would look after her. She tiptoed up to his bed and patted his shoulder. But nothing was there. Strange, the child thought. He must be at the toilet, her innocent mind concluded. Knowing her room was too scary, she padded downstairs. Big mistake. She heard voices, which placed goosebumps onto her tiny arms. Is that mummy and daddy? She thought. She put her eye up to the crack in the door, and saw two men. One wore a long, dark coat, the other a tight leather jacket. Her pupils widened, and she tiptoed back to the stairs. The landing creaked, and she froze. The talking immediately ceased. She began to run silently back up the stairs to her mother and father's room. She hurriedly pushed open the door to her mother and father's room. The window was ajar, and the curtains were flapping about. They seemed to be sending her a warning signal, but she just couldn't understand. Rubbing her eyes, she yawned. She was too young to comprehend the events that had occurred, so she sleepily wandered into the last bedroom- her sisters. She won't be happy I woke her, the child thought anxiously. Timidly she tapped on the door and wandered in. The bed sheets were torn, and a red stain was covering the sheets. A phone was on a desk, and the child reached out for it. She dialed the one number she knew. "Granny? I'm scared!" she whispered as soon as the receiver clicked. "Granny's not here, little girl!" a snarl came. Frightened, the small child slammed down the telephone. Maybe I could ask those men downstairs! She thought. Fatigue was sweeping into her mind, making her feel groggy. She stumbled down the stairs and opened the door. As soon as she stepped into the room, the long coated man whirled to face her. A twisted smile played on his mouth. "Looks like we have company!" suddenly, he ran up to the child and a knife was held roughly to her throat. She didn't make a sound. At least it's over now, she thought as she felt the pressure increase. Then she felt... Nothing.
The boy's eyes flew open, and he found himself covered in sweat. It was just a dream, he thought relieved, as he held a trembling hand to his throat. He began to slip into a dark, sleepy world of unconsciousness. He thought he saw a movement in the cupboard, and something papery brush against his feet, but he couldn't be sure. After all... Wasn't he dreaming?
Just A Dream... I Think? • Opuss № I