章 30: Part XXX
"It's just a dream. It's just a dream." I chant to myself as I back away from the army of living dead people, zombies approaching me with long fangs and claws.
Dylan and Jake leading the troop. I back away in fear, although fully aware it's just a dream. I close my eyes tightly and open them up again in hopes to find myself back in my room but hope isn't for someone like me.
All too familiarly and startling, my back meets a dead end, colliding with a wall and misery all at once. Dylan's lips upturns into a smile, revealing brown teeth and just then, they all jump on me, clawing at whatever skin their decaying hands could reach.
The all too familiar smell of my blood fills my nostrils and yet again, my infamous screams, pleading for help that would never come my way hurts my throat.
Panting heavily, I open my eyes and sit up in fear switching on the light from the new lamp I found in my room but soon calming down in realisation that it was a dream. A night terror that visits each time I close my eyes and haunts me when I open them.
I look around and find I'm alone, in my bed, Sean absent. I probably fell asleep while we sat at couch. The dryness in my throat gets painful by the second and the empty bottles look at me mockingly from the table and ground where I littered.
The small clock beside me reads 1:30am and I contemplate on going downstairs to get water or staying put till Sean comes, if he comes at all.
It's either I suck it up and go downstairs or die of dehydration.
The former seems more reasonable so I get up, noticing I'm clothed in a red silk night dress, the robe sitting on the couch and I pick it up and put it on. Sean has really seen a lot more of me than I thought or let.
With a sweaty palm and fearful heart, I hold my breath, turn the door handle and thankfully it clicks open. Not wanting to make another sound, I close the door but not clicking it shut and walk stealthily but quickly, almost running towards the staircase and head downstairs, successfully making it to the kitchen without a single sound except my heart thudding in my ears. Thank God my room's the last and closest to the steps.
Quickly, I take a bottled water from the fridge and hurry back upstairs not wanting to encounter anyone nor anything but my progress is cut short by a weird noise coming from one of the rooms. I stand startled and confused in front of my room door, trying to find out the source of the sound and at the same time, not wanting to find out anything.
Few seconds pass and the noise persists, it seems to be coming from the black door at the end of the hall. The strange one.
Hurriedly, I go into my room and close the door behind me, sitting down on the ground and resting on the door.
Should I have gone to find out or did I do the right thing by doing nothing at all? Sighing, I empty the content of the bottle in my mouth and as expected, feel a lot better than before.
The sound replays in my ears again and I shake my head, trying to rid it of any idea to leave this room again but to no avail. Sleep surely isn't something I look up to and I'm sure I can't stay awake in this room without knowing what that was.
Sean might be in trouble or something and I know I won't be able to live with the guilt that he died when I could have tried to save him but did nothing. The guilt would kill me, slowly and painfully. Curiosity killed the cat too but right now, I'd rather die of curiosity than guilt and what ifs.
Not thinking about it further, I get up and before I know it, I'm treading lightly in the hallway on my tippy toes. With every shaky breath, I remind myself it's the right thing to do and all too soon, I'm in front of the door. It stands strong, intimidatingly tall and I almost bolt back into my room but I stand rooted, determined as the voice got a little louder. Just a little.
How my frail shaky fingers were able to twist the door handle surprises me but it clicking open surprises me even more. I was half hoping it'd be locked so at least, I could say I tried. Oh well, I guess I have to go through what I started and see it till the end.
Opening the door slightly, it's pitch black and a really scary aura washes over me as the noise becomes louder and I become even more frightened than before but I take a bold step into the room nonetheless, leaving the door ajar.
The first step is always the hardest but in my case, its not. It's alot harder to keep looking at what I see right now than taking a step into this place was.
Sean. Poorly illuminated by the dim lamp on his bedside table, writhes violently in agony on his bed, holding his sheets so tight it's tearing apart.
Groaning and growling incoherently, he twists and turns on the bed, his shirt soaked in sweat and skin so wet like he just took his bath. Veins popping out everywhere, from his head to toe and his hair rumpled and scattered.
What horrible dream might he be having for him to suffer this much, looking almost like a crazy person. I keep staring wide eyed, shaking and confused in my spot not even knowing when I got this close to him. Soon, his words become a little audible and his writhing intensifies.
"No! Don't! Stop! Please! No! No more! I beg! Stop!"
He keeps pleading and I don't know if I should wake him up or not. A salty taste fill my tongue and that's when I realise I'm crying.
Just like this, I stood by and watched Dylan die but this time, I won't stand idly and let Sean suffer. I might die soon, I might take my own life if I feel so but now, now that I still breathe, I will not just watch. I will not stand by. Even if he's the person I hate the most in the world right now.
Without much more thoughts, I put out my shaky fingers and touch his arm, whispering "wake up" but even I can barely hear myself.
Summoning up more courage and guts, I move closer, tap him harder and speak louder and louder by the second but he remains unresponsive, still suffering and groaning.
"Listen to me and wake up goddamn it Sean!" I yell and hit him hard at his chest, the tears that stream down my eyes come to a halt and my eyes open as I feel a sudden movement and see him sitting in the bed, his breaths ragged and heavy as his confused eyes look deeply into mine.
I stand frozen, not sure what to do now that he's awake. Maybe I should have made a plan before beating him and shouting like crazed person for him to wake up.
Barely three seconds pass and he raises both hands, pushing me hard backwards, sending me flying across the room and on the door landing painfully on the ground with a thud.
Pain shoots throughout my back and my knees ache from the scraping the ground.
Why the fuck did he do that?!.
"WHO ASKED YOU TO COME IN HERE?!!!"
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