I was walking down the road from the shops near my house. there was this big derelict looking building I hadn't noticed before. R was holding my hand and it was night time. I think around 7 o'clock or something. The building was a motel type thing. It was white with broken windows and cracked concrete driveways. The paint was all stained yellow running from the ceilings and the cars around were old and decrepit. Big unkempt hedges surrounded the entrance and the sign read "Half way home accommodations". R pointed out that our street was directly behind the building and that we should cut through.
The sounds of the place were floating through my head, a mixture of angst ridden voices, moans and rustling. The trees branched over and stretched for us as we walked, snapping at our legs and scratching us. the blue lights reflected the shadows onto the chunky flowing red from under the doors slowly flooding the ground.
R pulled my hand and we ran faster, He was tripping on the branches and he started choking. He stopped clutching his chest coughing and blood began to pour from his eyes and nose.
I started crying holding him upright when a hand from the black behind me grabbed my hair pulling my head backwards holding a knife held to my throat. I was pulled into one of the rooms screaming there were men all around. R fell through the door after me onto the ground, he was covering his face as he landed and didn't move. I pulled his hands away and his face was gone, there was nothing but a bloodied mess. I heard a gun shot and felt something rip through me and woke up in my bed.
But I couldn't move. Dark and lights were twisting and twirling across my walls reaching for me like the trees but I couldn't move. My blanket was wrapped around me like a constrictor slowly creeping tighter around me.
I was screaming for R and he came falling through the door clutching his face, his white shirt was covered in blood. I tried to get up but I was stuck on the bed.
Then I woke up. Again. in the same bed.
I sat up and walked out of the living room door.
R was outside smoking a cigarette
I saw him and hyperventilated and passed out.
Then I woke up. Again. in the same bed.
I sat up and walked out of the living room door.
R had the 2 boys I don't like all the much over.
I walked around the side of the house, hyperventilated and passed out.
Then I woke up. Again. in the same bed.
I sat up and walked out, the house was made of white french doors. I was opened a door, it led to a room, the door closed behind me and melded into a wall. the same yellow stained white walls from the halfway. Kramer from Seinfeld held his hand over my mouth and my wrist against the wall.
My skin started to pop out bits of glass, blood was everywhere. It started creeping out under the door leading to outside. I could see outside. I could see myself outside, I was looking at the same scene as before, only out of my body. R was grabbing my hand and we were running from the branches. He was tripping on the branches and he started choking. He stopped clutching his chest coughing and blood began to pour from his eyes and nose.
and then I woke up... though this time for real.
