I awoke with a jerk to find my mum sat on the torn leather chair and my dad sat at the edge of my uncomfortable hospital bed.
I lay there quietly not knowing what to say. I was completely mesmerised. Dad murmured something and then my parents had vanished. I tried to sit up but the pain forced me back down again. I felt a tall shadow towering over me. I looked up it was Doctor Sulivan. He gave me a quick glance and smiled.
“Why am I here?” I asked anxiously
“ Cant you remember anything” He replied. He had a rather puzzled look on his face.
“I’ve been having strange daydreams I’m not quite sure what they are, what’s happening to me?”
“You have been experiencing flashbacks ”
“They’re too short to understand” I feebly replied.
I fell back into my bed.
My eyes rolled uncontrollably, and then I was back home again. I walked out and slammed the front door behind me. I had, had another argument with mum, I wish she'd leave me alone, I wish something happened to me then she'd appreciate me more. I felt the urge to run, so I did. I started to head towards my best friend Sarah’s house, we’ve been friends ever since we were little.
It was a cold and dull night; I could only distinguish a few stars in the night sky. The air felt cold on my cheek; I could feel the harsh wind blowing against my face.
When I reached Sarah’s house her Land Rover wasn’t parked outside. I rang the doorbell but no answer. I gave the door a vigorous shove but still no answer, I decided the best thing to do would be to turn around and walk back home, so I did.
I slowly strolled along, drifting in the midst of the darkness. Stumbling, I gave a feeble groan and carefully manoeuvred myself to avoid slipping on the sleet.
Suddenly I felt a pair of hands clasp my shoulder, I swung around petrified
“Ha ha got you!”
“saz you scared the life out of me” I said still shaking with fear.
I looked down at my watch and saw it was nearly ten. I hadn’t realised how long I had been out just wandering the streets.
“I cant believe how late it is I’ve got to go you know what my mums like” I said.
“ I’ll walk you home if you want”
“No its orite I’ll be fine” I replied confidently
Well I thought I would be.
I decided to take the short cut home, through the woods. I increased my pace and headed towards the woods. I approached the graveyard that led into the woods. It suddenly seemed to get darker. The branches of the huge oak trees blocked any light from escaping their leafy web. I walked faster trying to hurry myself through the pitch-black graveyard.
I tried to put the feeling I was being followed to the back of my mind but the paranoia was too great.
I heard large heavy footsteps moving in my direction. The stamping boots approached; I heard a cough or a grunt. My heart was beating so fast I could hear it pounding away. I tried to run but my legs were like jelly, they just wouldn’t move. Gushes of rain began to pour from the pitch-black sky; I heard a thundercloud and the wind was still blowing strongly.
As footsteps got closer I could hear deep heavy breathing. I forced myself to move towards a large tree that caught my eye. I slowly dropped to the ground, trying to be as quiet as possible. Avoiding the slightest sound I managed to crawl to the tree. A couple more paces and I was there.
Suddenly I felt a huge hand land on my shoulder. Petrified, I tried to scream but no sound came out. My whole body was shaking. Tears started streaming down my eyes; I trembled with fear as I slowly turned my head. I could see a dark shadow towering over me…
I turned around only to discover it was a broken branch that had snapped and fallen on me. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. I was still shaking, although I felt a sigh of relief.
“Arhm”
I heard some one clearing their throat. I froze, panic stricken. I felt an intense blow to the back of my head. The pain was insufferable.
I instantly sat up. I was dripping with sweat. I was still shaking and was unable to talk.
“Jennifer are you alright” Dr sulivan asked in a concerned manner.
“I think I just had a flashback” I hesitantly replied
After talking to Dr sulivan for a while I felt better. He assured me everything was fine and that I could go home when my parents came. Then he left after our little chat. I felt relieved that it was over.
I could here the distant sound of my mums voice approaching. She came into my room and said I was going home. She helped me out of bed and said that my dad was waiting in the car so we should hurry. I gave her a big hug and we left the hospital, believing this nightmare was over and that I could put it behind me. It was a warm sunny day and we drove off into the light.
My mum awoke the next morning explaining how she and my father had to go to work but if I didn’t feel like staying at home alone she would take the day off work. I told her not to worry and that I’d be fine on my own.
“I just want to get back to normal” I whispered
“I know honey” she sympathetically replied.
I was in the flat alone. I didn’t know whether to feel scared or confused. My emotions were muddled up. I decided lay back down again. Dr sulivan had recommended that I get as much rest as possible.
I was lying in my bed reading a magazine mum had left me when suddenly I heard a familiar footsteps making their way towards my flat. I recognised them straight away. I clutched my blanket not knowing what to do. I quivered with fear. I had never been so afraid in my life.
‘Bang’ ‘Bang’ I heard a powerful hand banging on the door, attempting to jerk it open. I lay in my bed shaking before I slowly made my way to the door. I heard the footsteps making their way down the stairs until they faded away. I gasped as I came closer to the door.
‘Bang ‘bang’! had he come back?
I clasped the handle in my palm and slowly turned it. Carefully, I opened the door and was horrified to find Sarah standing there. She had headphones on and was listening to The Darkness full blast. She claimed she didn’t hear anything and thought I was playing a joke on her or something. I invited her in, as I turned around to close the door I found a note just outside my flat.
Reluctantly, I picked up the note, and unfolded it; as I read it the colour drained from my face, I became pale. ‘Careful what you wish for’ I dropped the note and locked the door behind me.
