Nightmares

The Motel

I ran to my room, grabbing my backpack and quickly packing up the rest of my things in it. I threw my hoodie and hat on and ran out of the room, leaving the door open. I looked towards the elevator. Nope, not today. I run to the stairs and start jumping down them, skipping two sometimes three at a time. At the bottom, I peaked out of the door. There was no one. I quickly ran to the exit and down the street, entering a bar. With my heart smashing against my chest, I couldn't help but wonder why that man was in my dreams and why every time he's around my body insists on wanting his. I longed to run my hands down his hard chiselled... "Oh god just stop brain."

I slid into a booth and hoping he didn't follow. Where would I go tonight? The hotel would be out of the question. A waiter comes over to me and hands me a menu. "Can I get you anything to drink?" I look up at him and smile" Water please." He leaves, returning a couple minutes later with water. I ordered a burger and fries. I can't just wander around all night in a strange city. I'll go to the hospital and hopefully there will be a motel near it that will take cash. At least now I had a plan.

I picked at my fries for a bit, and watched as the students filled the bar. Time to leave... As I slid out of the booth, a good-looking but drunk boy walked up to me. He smiled "Hey there, leaving so soon?" I smiled back "Yep, sorry have to get up early." "Awe too bad, I like your sweater. I looked down,. A classic Studio Ghibli sweater staring back up at me. "Oh, uh thanks." I started towards the door. "You from around here?" "no." "Oh, soo do you come to Boston a lot?" "No." he laughs "Not much of a talker are ya?" I shook my head "No, not really." as I was about to push the door, he grabs my wrist, I turn and look at him questioningly "Hey, just one drink please. I'm interested in getting to know you." I pulled my arm from him. "Why? you know what, never mind I'm not interested." his friends from across the room all shouted "Ooh, burn Jacob!" he grabs his chest and pouts and I walked out the door.

Jeez, what is with the men in this town? I walk towards the hospital, the clouds start to close in on the stars in the sky, there's not much time before the rain starts. That's when I see a run-down motel. The sign is half lit leaving MOT blaring brightly. I walk to the office, it's grungy and packed with random papers all over on every shelf. I tap the bell sitting on the counter, and an elderly man comes around the corner. He smiles. He's missing several of his front teeth. I smile back, "Hi, do you have a room for the night?" his voice cracks "We certainly do, Miss?" "Oh Blake. Miss Blake." I don't know why I lied; it was instinct. "Can you sign the book then, Miss Blake." He smiles again "Ok..." "That will be 20$ security deposit and 49$ for the room, all together 69$" He smirked, I bet that makes him laugh every time he says it. I hand him three twenties and a ten and he hands over the key. "Room 12."

I walked to the room and opened the door. It smells like stale beer and an over-abundance of cleaners. I throw my bag on the chair and pull down the comforter, at least the sheets are clean, I think to myself as I sit down. I grab the remote and turned the TV on. The first thing that came on was a porn "Gross! Well, now we know what kind of people come to this motel." I flipped through the stations before deciding on a music station. Promiscuous by Nelly Furtado came on, I took my clothes off and threw them into my bag. I grabbed a long t-shirt and walked to the shower. The hot water felt great against my skin. When I was done, I went straight to bed.

I was stuck in the middle of a field, mountains surrounded me on each side, snow covered the ground for miles. There was nothing but snow-covered trees and mountains. I had a bad feeling. It seemed I was on a frozen lake, there was no wind and I felt no cold. I bent down and pushed the snow aside hoping I could see what was under me, knowing that it would most definitely be a lake of some sort because this was a dream and all my dreams were horrible, so drawing to the most reasonable conclusion, yep ice. Under the ice there was a fish swimming around, how it was even possible that I could physically see that it was beyond me. I walked toward the shore knowing the ice would soon start to crack. It was inevitable. The fog rolled down the mountains. With it came a thunderous sound. I had no where to turn. In every direction, the fog was rushing towards me.

I couldn't handle any more, I felt like my brain might explode. I fell to my knees, tears flowing, at the top of my lungs I screamed "Stoooop!" Everything was silent. I looked up and the most beautiful woman was standing before me with the face of an angel. Long blonde hair which hung down to her feet, beautiful ocean blue eyes. "Who are you?" I asked "it does not matter who I am, you are all that matters." I cracked a smile then started laughing, not just a little laugh, a full-blown roll on the ground and clench your stomach laugh. "Why is that funny little one?" "since when do I matter?" she smiled brightly "You have mattered since the beginning of time." "Wow my dreams just keep getting weirder lady! I have never mattered, that is quite obvious." She looked sad for just a moment, then smiled again dreams "These are not dreams, these are visions." "Visions?" she nodded "You will soon see." Confused I asked "What will I see?" wiping the tears from my eyes. "you have to wake up dear, someone is watching you. And he will not settle for watching soon enough."

My eyes shot open. I stared around the quiet room, there was no one here, nothing out of place. "What the hell was she talking about?" I hung my feet off the bed and looked at my phone. It was only five in the morning. Why can't these dreams give me just a little time to sleep? I feel like I don't get any sleep at all. I took my T-shirt off and threw it back in my bag.

That's when I heard the moaning. Or at least that's what it sounded like, I grabbed a pair of tights and a sweater from my bag and put them on. I looked around the room closely, there was a huge picture of a dark forest just above the TV, the center seemed off. I walked up to it and took it off the wall. On the other side was a hole as big as my fist and someone's face squinting their eyes, with their mouth a gape. I looked at the picture again and realized it was see through on one side, like the mirrors in the police stations.

"WHAT THE f**k!" I shouted. His eyes opened shocked. I wanted to reach through the hole and smash his face. My blood was boiling and rage was burning through my veins like lava. I ran out the door and started putting the boots to the room beside mine. The door flew open, there sat a man, overweight by about fifty pounds, sitting in a chair plastered to the wall with his Johnson hanging limp in his fingers. He was sweating and greasy, his greying hair clung to his face. "What the f**k do you think your doing?" I screamed, I ran over to him and pulled the chair from its perch on the dresser, making it and the pig of a man crash to the floor.

The chair smashed underneath his weight. His face was red with anger. I didn't care. He started to get up, screaming "GET THE f**k OUT OF MY ROOM YOU LITTLE BITCH." My face felt like it was on fire, the rage inside bubbled over. I flew over to the man, knocking him back down. I straddled his fat belly and started punching him in the face over and over and over again until his face was unrecognizable. His lip was split and swollen, his eye puffy and already black, pieces of his face were literally hanging off. My knuckles were raw, I jumped up shocked, my heart was racing, the adrenaline was a rush. "Oh god. What did I do?" I felt sick. I put my finger on the side of his throat. He was still breathing, thank god. I ran back to my room, washed my hands and any fingerprints I may have left just in case, I grabbed my bag and ran out of there as fast as I could. That place wouldn't have cameras. I wasn't too worried.

I've never hurt someone before what the hell came over me. I must be f*****g losing it. I should have just called the cops. What's wrong with me? I looked at my knuckles all swollen and chapped. I can't f*****g believe this; how could I have lost it like that? I felt him trying to move under my legs but he couldn't budge. How the hell was I even that strong? f**k him. He deserved it... no he didn't wtf... "he did" a voice in my head replied "no he did not" "he was staring at our naked body and jerking off, he deserved every single punch you threw at him and more." oh f**k now I'm talking to myself "kinda" oh s**t lalalalalala I popped my headphones in and walked faster to the hospital. If this sleep study didn't help, I would definitely have to check myself into the loony bin.