The Dream

another random story I made, a small part of this story was inspired by a true event in my childhood

            “Good night Gerry” My mom told me before leaving the room. I closed my eyes.

            Castle halls appear before my eyes, large tiles littered the floor, sun shining through the stained glass windows. The light is nearly blinding. It smells of money. It feels like the air is light, almost if you can float. I start walking down the hall and was interrupted by a noise behind me.

            I turn around; nothing in front of me so I look up, on the ledge of the large castle wall, there was a girl, dressed like a warrior, which hopped down to the floor right in front of me. She tries to open her mouth to speak but she instantly flinches as if it’s painful. She then gave up and turns her head toward a dark wooded door.

            I assumed that she’s telling me to go in. I went in, it was dark and musty, it reeks of rotting flesh, and dead rats littered the floor. I then heard crying. I ran down seeing who’s crying. It was a girl, about my age. With long blonde hair, face likes a child and an teen formed together. She is wearing a pure white nightgown that goes all the way to the ankles, she was barefooted.

            “Are you alright, do you need any help.” I asked, then I was pulled back, as quick as that, a barred gate slammed down, imprisoning the girl. I tried to lift the gate, but was pulled back again.

            “She’s mine! Back off!” A voice behind me, I turn around and there was a cloaked figure with a scythe.

 

            A ceiling fan rotating, blowing air on me, the darkness surrounds me. I relaxed as I figured out that I was awake and back in my room. Then when I got too comfortable, a flash of light invaded the room.

            “Wake up Gerry! It’s time to go to school!”

 

            I am walking to the gym, realizing I was late and really don’t care. It was stormy, very stormy, lightning close to the school. The gym building came to view. A light instantly surrounds me with no end to it, the same girl from the dream stands before me. She was still crying, I walked to her and was interrupted by the cloaked figure. “She’s mine!”

 

            Tiles replace the view. There is a steady beeping next to me, the feeling of needles inside me. The stench of medicines filled my nostrils. A nurse came in the room as I sat up. “Well about time you woke up, you were knocked out for several hours.”

            “What happened?” I asked.

            “You got hit by lightning.”

            “Thanks” I told her as she hand me a cup of water.

 

            I got back in my bed, my parents were a nervous wreck they were begging the doctors to keep me in the hospital, but the doctors say I have a clean bill of health but will have some spasm for the next few days. I fell asleep.

 

            I’m crying, as if someone neglected me or rejected me, I look down, barefooted and don’t care. I am wearing a white nightgown that goes to my ankle. It was wet on the rocks near the cliff. I didn’t care and walked on the rocks. My feet lost friction and pain engulfed my body as I tumbled on the cliff. Near the bottom I hit my head.

            I woke with a start. I know the cliff. It’s nearby. I quickly got my clothes on and ran to the cliff. After 10 minutes of running with the flashlight, I got to the rocky cliff. I point the flashlight to the floor and see some whiteness reflecting off the light. I climb down, nearly slipping all the way down. When I came down, I saw the girl, the same girl from my dream, the same clothes she was wearing. I grabbed my phone and dialed 911.

 

            “So how did you know she was down there, were you on a nightly walk or..?” A police asked me. The sounds of blaring sirens from ambulances and police cars make it harder to understand the police officer.

            “No, I saw the girl in my dreams; I recognized the cliff from the walk home to school.”

            One of the paramedic came to me and thanks me, any longer and there’s no chance of survival of the girl.

 

            Several weeks later the girl woke up. Turns out that the parents were too busy partying and is home when they’re drunk. They also abuse the girl a lot. The girl literally begged the nurses and doctors not to let the parents visit her. The doctors who took care of her called the orphan community. Luckily for her there’s a room available.

            I walked to the mailbox to get the mail, noticed a car driving up next to us. I walked into the house like I haven’t noticed and told my parents. We walked to the car and there were the orphanage caretaker that told us the girl that I found wants to thank me.

 

            The girl became an improvement, not like my dreams anymore. She’s wearing jeans and a t-shirt, she looks incredibility shy. “Thanks for saving me. The name’s Bailey” She said, putting her hand up for a handshake.

 

            That night, I was back in the castle, the warrior girl smiled at me, but turned her head at the wooded door. Another person in need of my help… I walked to the door…

Author's Note

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