The Beginning of the Dreams
I tapped my toe impatiently against the leather couch. I'm so ready for this session to be over. My psychiatrist Dr. Jones looked up from her notebook and examined me quizzically.
"And why do you think these dreams have been happening, Zoë?" She asked in her calm voice.
"I dunno. Isn't that for you to figure out?" I asked, annoyed. My hour had to be nearly up… I glanced at my watch and sighed. Still twenty five minutes left. Dr. Jones continued to study me. I raised my eye brows and she sighed. She could tell I wasn't letting up anymore than I had. But the truth is, no one was more terrified or nervous than I was. I had been having horrific, soul shattering nightmares for over a month, sometimes several nights in a row. Always the same dream, and it never failed to wake me screaming each time.
At first, my dad would come rushing into my room, my great German Sheppard Duchess loping at his heels. After the first two weeks, he stopping coming in. He could only lie awake and listen to my panicked screeches as Duchess howled along. Then he called Dr. Jones, and we began my sessions. Three times a week, an hour each.
I knew we didn't have the money for this. My dad was working as many shifts at the hospital as he could, but work was slow, and he could only provide so much. After my mom died, he fell into a downward spiral, and started drinking. In the past two years of A.A meetings, he's pulled himself together, put down the bottle, and done his best to provide for me. That's why I was trying so hard to keep my dreams to myself. I was worried that he would get so stressed out, he'd start drinking again.
The minutes ticked by slowly.
"Have you noticed any patterns in your dreams?" Dr. Joes asked.
"Not really. It's always the same dream, but it doesn't happen on a regular basis," I answered solemnly.
"Would you mind telling me your entire dream? Or as much as you are comfortable telling me." Dr. Jones requested. I sat there for a few more minutes contemplating her request.
"Well. I think…that we're out of time. See you next week Dr. Jones," I said, getting up and grabbing my purse and coat from the end table as I go.
"Well, good bye then, Zoë," she called to me.
Have a nice life. I thought sourly. I was cranky from deprived sleep. It was about six o'clock, and I still had to study for my Bio II exam. I pulled out my phone and quickly texted my dad that I was leaving Dr. Jones' office as I got into my truck. I immediatly turned on the heat, it was freezing outside.
As I drove home, tiny snow flakes began to fall, and it quickly thickened. I was glad we only lived ten minutes from the office. By the time I pulled into the driveway behind my dad's truck, there was a steady down pour. I pulled up my hood and ran to the front door, yanking it open. I shook off the snow, hung my coat up in the closet, and I tossed my purse on the couch.
"Dad?" I called into the house. My dad staggered out of the kitchen a bottle in his hand. His face was unshaven and his eyes were blood shot. My eyes filled with tears.
"Dad?" I asked, and my voice broke.
"Zoë! Get in here! Give your daddy a hug." He slurred. I backed against the wall. He was dead drunk.
"Dad…I-I don't understand. You were fine this morning. What happened to you?"
"I shaid give my a hug!" He said angrily. He reached for me, but I snatched the bottle from him and quickly avoided him. He reeked of hard alcohol.
"Gimme it back!" He yelled.
"I'm sorry for this, daddy." I said quietly, and then hit him with the bottle. He crumpled to the floor in a sad heap. I dragged him to the bathroom, and washed his face. He didn't wake up, he was knocked out hard. I shaved his face for him like I used to have to do. I pulled him to his bedroom and stripped him to his boxers, and put him in bed. Then I stepped back and looked at him. He was pitiful. I picked up his clothes and took them to the laundry room. I heard something rustle in his pocket.
I pulled out a crumpled up note. I unfolded it, and began to read aloud.
We regret to inform you that due to job shortages in Baptist Memorial Hospital, we have decieded to terminate your services…"
I let the letter fall to the floor. My dad lost his job. Our only source of income. And so he started drinking again. Tears fell down my face as grief washed over me. I dropped his clothes on the floor and walked stonily to my room. I collapsed onto my bed, and sobbed into my pillow. Duchess padded softly over to me, but I pushed her away. Somewhere in my sadness I fell asleep. I wish I hadn't.
I had the dream. I'm locked in a room of all white walls, and this room, it's impeccably clean. I'm dressed in a hospital gown. There are no windows, and the door doesn't have as handle on my side, only a heavy dead bolt. I try to unlock it but my arms are too weak. Suddenly, four men in masks break in, and snatch me up. I try to fight them, but I'm so weak, and so tired, I can only claw at them uselessly. The largest one growls in my ear 'Scream and your dead'. He puts a gag on my mouth, and yanks it taunt, the cotton cuts into my cheeks. The other men pull rope around my ankles and wrists, and a blind fold on my eyes.
Then they toss me in a bag, and drag me out of the room and down a flight of stairs. My head knocks painfully, and I feel it bleeding. I get tossed into a car trunk, and I feel the engine start, and the driver guns it. I bounce around the trunk agonizingly. When the car finally stops, the men pull me out, and drop me roughly on the ground. I hit my head one final time before I pass out.
I woke myself screaming, and Duchess was howling along with me. I stopped screeching and lay frozen on my bed, breathing heavily. Duchess licked my face and I slowly reached out to pet her. She calmed down as I did, and then I realized what had happened before I fell asleep, and I jumped up to check on my dad. I found him still fast asleep on his bed. I looked at his clock. 1:37 AM.
I walked into the kitchen to fill myself a glass of water. The neon green clocks on the appliances glowed eerily in the darkness. I got a glass from the cabinet, and walked to the faucet. The neighbors dog barked next door, making me jump. The snow had finally stopped falling, and it lay a thick blanket on the ground. I saw something stir in the bushes, and I jumped. My glass clattered to the floor. A man walked out from the shaddows, and stared straight into my window. It was the man from my dream.
A/N: Congradulations! You clicked on my story! And more importantly, you read all the way through. So thank you for that. It is I, SirenxSingerx13, and I have a fresh story for you! You're welcome. (: The basis for this story was actually a dream I had, and I thought "Hmm...You know that would make a kick-ass story!" So here. Enjoy! Please review! ~Untill next time my little Narwhals!~