A real nightmare.- part 3

That voice.
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I remember when, five years ago, after a hard day at high school, I came back home. When I entered, my mother told me that a friend of my father came to stay the whole afternoon with us.

I left my backpack in my roon and then, I went to the kitchen. I said hello to my father and to the weird and freaky looking man. He was probably fourty years, was tall, fat and ugly.
The hours passed. Each second I felt more and more overwhelmed and Iwas feeling too uncomfortable.This man, whose name is Aleksey, had been looking at me since my father introduced us.
I tried to excuse myself several times but it was in vain, Alek noticed what I was trying to do and asked me something so I would spend more time with him.
I didn’t like this man at all. He scared me.
A shiver ran down my body everytime that his bluish eyes fixed on mine. I must admith that his eyes were beautiful, the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen, but everytime our eyes met, I suddenly felt quite cold. Moreover, his voice was deep and horrific, impossible to forget.
Finally, when it was eight o’clock, he left our home.
I felt much better when I realized he wasn’t in the house anymore.
Anyhow, I went to bed a little earlier. I was exhausted. In gym class we had run for thirty minutes non-stop, and the rest of the hour, we had done some pushups.
The next day was a Saturday. I remember that I met with a friend to do some Japanese homework together.
After putting on my coat, I went out.
I started walking to the bus stop. I was walking for five or ten minutes when I felt like someone was following me. I turned around and nobody was there. Maybe I was becoming crazy. I decided not to think anymore about that and kept on walking. That is when I heard some footsteps behind me. I stopped off on the way and so the footsteps did.  I walked again and I could hear  how the footsteps set out again. Now I was a hundred per cent sure. Someone was chasing me.
I was feeling really scared, frightened. What should I do? I started to run. So did the person who was after me. I couldn’t help shouting because of the fear. It was the first time in my whole life I felt so insecure, in danger.
 -Ashira.- someone was calling me.
I recognized that voice. It couldn’t be happening. Why Aleksey was running after me?
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I have never imagined that after five years, I would meet Aleksey again.

A real nightmare.- part 2

I knew from the start that something was going wrong.

I didn’t dare to move. Did I really have a knife on my neck ? Or was it just my imagination ?

I breathed in deeply again. There was just one way to know if all what was happening was true or a project of my imagination.  I moved, only a millimeter. As soon as I did it, I regreted doing so. When I moved, I felt a sharp pain. I could feel how my blood was coming down my  neck. Without thinking, I put my hands where it hurt so bad. It wasn’t a deep cut, but it was painful.

The good thing is that the knife had disappeared from my neck. I was happy but, as fast as the happiness came to me,  it disappeared. The knife now was again on my neck. This couldn’t be real. I started to feel overwhelmed. I couldn’t move anymore. If I moved, I would end up having  more cuts on my neck.

I felt like I was in a tiny room where you don’t have any space and where you can’t get out. I quickly started to think of the posibilities I had to escape.

All of sudden, a light sound brought me back to reality. I focused my attention and tried to guess what that sound was. I was petrified. I started to sweat, to sweat due to the fear.

That familiar voice. It couldn’t be real. This couldn’t be happening.

How was this possible ? I was living a nightmare indeed. A nightmare with no way out. This was the end.

A real nightmare.- part 1

Something is happening. Nobody wants to tell me what it is going on. Once more, I’m feeling ignored, excluded by this society.
I have a feeling that something bad is about to happen. The silence in the streets is the one that makes me have this damn feeling. I’m scared, so scared.
Why there is nobody walking on the always crowded streets ? Why there is no light in any house ?
Suddenly I hear a deafening shout. A cry of pain and anguish. A shout I heard not so far away from were I was.
A shiver run through my body in just a few seconds.
What should I do ? To flee or to find out what happened ? Why didn’t people go out from their houses to help that person ? It seemed like they had disappeared. I realized then that my hypothesis was right. Almost everybody knew what was going to happen and they escaped to avoid facing something horrible.
I tried to walk but I couldn’t.
I breathed in deeply. Then I felt something cold on my neck. As cold as a knife. I closed my eyes.
I knew from the start that something was going wrong.