A face. I was staring up at a face. A man's face to be exact. His skin looked strange; sort of like it was coated in shiny plastic, or possibly coated in a type of synthetic wax. Possibly my eyes were watering? Or maybe he was wearing a mask? That's when the pieces finally clicked into place; I realized he was wearing a mask. I whined when I felt a sharp pain radiate throughout my leg. The strange masked person had cut me, making blood ooze out of the new wound. My thigh hurt too. I became suddenly aware of all the aches and pains that bloomed across my body. I felt a strong urge to slap this person across the face. Hard enough to make their head spin. I also suddenly felt the strong urge to flee from this person's grasp. I knew that I needed to escape. And if i was going to successfully do it, it must be fast.

I struggled to get away from this mysterious person, moving my arms slowly, as if my limbs had become stuck in superglue. I tried to move my legs, but failed. I had a light headed grogginess that seemed to get worse over time. He must have drugged me, I thought. I felt as if I were playing the starring role in a horror movie, struggling to get away from a psychotic killer who was going to carve into my face and give me a new makeover. I also had the gut wrenching feeling that this story doesn't end nicely. A pain in my right shoulder soon caught my attention, making me forget about any other thoughts that ran through my clouded mind. All I could think about was the pain.

"Stop," I begged. The person ignored me, continuing to slice my arms and legs, using me as a human canvas for his twisted art. "What do you want?" I screamed. The unidentified person ignored me, continuing to slice my skin. The pain was getting too unbearable. My bloodcurdling wails echoed off the walls of this Hell Hole. When would this torture end? I thought. At that moment I wanted everything to be over. I was desperate for my life to be over. Something suddenly grabbed my attention, making a whole new type of fear surge through me. I saw the glinting end of a needle, and I had the undeniable feeling that he was going to use it on me.

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I woke up screaming at the top of my lungs, sitting straight up in my bed. I sat there, quivering uncontrollably, my eyes scanning my surroundings, taking in my setting. My fists were clenching my bed sheets in a tight fist as I gasped for breath. A cold sheet of sweat coated my skin. Blood could have also possibly covered my skin, but I was too scared to check. The sheets that were on my bed had been kicked away, twisted, and half laying on the beige carpet of my room. Wait. The beige carpet of my room? My own room. I was certain that this was my room. That must mean that I was okay, I was alive. Then what just happened? It must have been a nightmare. It was just another one of my nightmares.

Even though I knew it was just a nightmare, I couldn't stop the tears from pooling in my eyes. I was terrified.

I was startled even more when my mother and father loudly burst through my bedroom door, eyes wide with worry. They looked at me and then back at each other, having a secret conversation among themselves. This was the third time this week that I had a nightmare. It is also the third time this week where I have woke up screaming and crying in the middle of the night.

"Evelyn, this is the third time this week," my mother began. Couldn't she be a little bit more sincere about it? I raised a hand, cutting her off. I didn't want to hear what she had to say. This would be the third time I have heard this talk, too.

"Mom, just don't. Please." I pleaded.

My dad sighed, putting his arms around my mother; he always sided with her on these fights. My father reassuringly looked at my mother. "Evelyn, what I think your mother is trying to say is that we are just very concerned about your behavior lately. You have been having nightmares, and not taking your medicine that the doctor prescribed. You shouldn't fight with us or the doctors Honey. I just think that if you gave the medicine a try you would-"

"Dad! I just can't take the medicine, okay?" I interrupted.

"Why's that honey?" My mother asked in a curious voice. I pulled my knees to my chest. I felt tears threatening to spill down my cheeks. But I won't let myself cry again. I tried to tell her the reason why, she just didn't listen. I wasn't surprised when she did this, I didn't expect anyone to understand, let alone my mother.

"Because if I take that medicine, I won't know what happened to me," I whispered in a defeated voice. "I can't let that happen."

"What? That's nonsense! We are going to find out what happened!" my father angrily yelled. He quickly tried to compose himself. "Then everything will be like it was. We can be one big happy family again Evelyn."

"How dad? How are they going to find out who did this if I can't remember anything from that night? They won't! This is the only way they will find out!" I cried. Don't you get it? I wanted to scream at him. Nobody is going to find this person! There is no evidence! The only thing that even proves this whole thing even happened is the marks on my body! There is nothing they can do! Nothing about me will ever be the same, how could he think that the family could go back to being normal?

"You have to believe in the system," my mother said to me.

"Yeah, because they have given me every reason to right?!" I yelled, crying now. "I'm lucky someone even found me! Nobody even saw me being taken, they were all sitting oblivious in their houses! I could have died!" Now I couldn't control the tears. I put my head in my hands and cried so hard, I thought that I would fall apart. I hardly felt the bed move when my mother came over to hold me, stroking my hair, telling me that everything was going to be okay. She told me that she did believe in me, but it didn't feel like she did. At this point, it felt as if the whole world was against me.

That's how my mother and I stayed for most of the night; crying and trying to remember. When trying to remember didn't work, we just sat in silence, watching the outside world from my room window. I don't remember when she left my room, or when I fell asleep again. But I was sure about one thing: I had become to love the dark numbness sleep provided.

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Posted on April 20, 2015

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