• I screamed in pain --pain that had overcome my body and soul. I wished that the pain would stop hunting me every single night yet it seemed that was important. But there was something as horrible as the pain. That was her --Lacey, my older sister-- she has appeared in my dreams for two weeks straight. Looking at Lacey, my deseased older sister every night made me feel like if I had a chance to be with her --here, alive. And I knew that that was completely false, she was dead and that was all.
    Lacey had some friends with her in these nightmares. The dark figues wre always beside her, looking at me as if I was their meal. Their laughs, their words, and their actions were unbearable. Currently, it had come to a point that by just looking at them in their eyes I felt the agony in my whole body.
    I used to miss her. But now I was tired of Lacey, of her being everywhere around me.
    It was horrifiying, even at day I could feel the awe devoring my mind. At night, everythinhg was hell. And so, I was turning into a madwoman. My younger sister, Andrea, thought it. The expression in her face said it clearly. But this was not just a thought, this was a fact. Everytime I woke up I was screaming so hard that my lungs went out. I couldn't be around people anymore --I was too scared to even look at a human's face-- and I had become so paranoid that my mother sometimes had to lock me in the room with her, trying to make sure I don't hurt myself.
    Around these days I just wanted to stay everytime awake and not sleep for even a second. But it was impossible for me to stay awake, I'm only human for God's sake!
    And this was one of those days that I didn't want to sleep at all.
    Next to the scream came the tears and they were coming right now. As I cried softly, biting my pillow I thought of how I wasn't vulnerable at all, and now vulnerability was what best described me. I sobbed quietly, prepared for the next outcome. THe routine was me screming, next tears and then my mother will come through the door to start comforting me, saying that everything was okay.
    Yes, everythig was okay, nothing bad will happen to me.
    No, wait. It wasn't okay. I saw my mother's face everyday. I know what she tells me indirectly. Everythig that was happening to me wasn't normal.
    I had sort of an idea of what was wrong with me, but I couldn't quietly know what it was. I was conscious that I needed psychiatric help, although my mother wasn't fond of this idea. She will just make a huge sermon on how I, her precious daughter couldn't be so weak as to consult to a doctor that specializes on mental health when I supposedly was in great mental shape. Yet, something told me that my mother knew what was happening to me, but she wouldn't tell me. Was it that bad?
    All I knew was that every night I had the nightmare again and again. Lacey was in front of me, closely, almost touching our noses. Her face was always blank, emotionless. I imagine her right now and it gave goosebumps through my arms.
    The image was turning in to reality, I saw her. Oh my gosh! I saw her! But that couldn't be possible, I was awake!
    The dark figure... it was locking me tightly to my bed. I tried to move but I couldn't, like if I was paralyzed, but how? My mind was at full capability and I was not scared. No, I was not. I opened my eyes; the creature was still there, its amber eyes were darting straight to mine. I screamed but no sound came out of my mouth. I felt the exaggerated sweat in my whole body --I was sweating-- I was sweating because of the difficulty it made me to stand up to this, I was sweating because of the hard vibrant falling --a hard falling that not even my mind but my body felted too --but I had to face the truth. I was sweating because I was nervous and scared --No! I had to stand up to this! I was not scared! I couldn't be! Death was coming my way, and it wasn't as peaceful as everyone's. What did I do to deserve this?
    I screamed again and nothing change. This was my end; nothing could've been more horrible than this. I closed my eyes as I signal for my surrender.

    To be continued... In still, the other half of chapter 1