By Arushi 9C

A guy holding a chainsaw was chasing me, as I tried to escape my rotten fate; my heart desperate for a breath of fresh air. My legs sprinting as fast as they could, the power of fatigue slowly overcoming them. My brain beginning to trepidate as I reach a dead-end. The guy came sauntering behind me, cackling with laughter as he came towards me. All of a sudden, hope disappeared and I gave up. The guy reached out with the chainsaw, towards my face and…

BAM!!! I suddenly woke up from my nightmare; what I thought was a nightmare, my hands sweaty and shaky. I looked at the clock and saw a blur of red. My eyes finally focused on the clock to reveal the time at 2:59 AM.

All of a sudden, the doorbell rang, just as the time-shifted to 3:00 AM. My emotions got the best of me, as if they were released from a bullpen, demanding to be felt. Fear dominated my body as I realized no one was there to save me from this intricate maze of reality. It was just me, myself and I.

The doorbell rang again, this time with more intensity. As my fingers cascaded through the soft, slippery silk of the blanket, confusion decided to take a hit at me. This wasn’t… my blanket! Or my room! As my understanding came to par with my confusion, darkness had started to celebrate its glory.

A loud bang on the door could be heard. It was then that I decided that I better take the courageous act of opening the door because either way, I was going to die. Little did I know I was right…

I got out of the bed and climbed down the cold, glassy stairs, which were leading me straight to the face of pity and possibly death. Hope suddenly reunited with the chilly, dark truth- I had no idea how I ended up here and had no memory of anything. So, it was better to be my own hero and save the day; be it life or death. As I reached out towards the rusty door, my heart pounded with such intensity that I thought it might actually explode.

As I opened the door, I asked mercy whether it would support me or not. Turns out it decided to take darkness’ side; my words of wisdom from before turning into dust. Knowing that reality was a monster, commonly known as an imbecile, I opened the damned door        , revealing a guy covered with a black veil, holding the cursed chainsaw; the exact same one I saw in my dreams. While evil took a moment to kill any reminiscences of happiness or hope and finally reconcile with its brother, darkness, my eyes stared at this living nightmare.

Once evil gave the sign, my senses came rushing back to me, making me close the door. The guy forced his way in. He started the chainsaw, his covered face enjoying this moment like any psychopath would.

After moments of battling for my life, I gave up the will to live. I bellowed in agony; pain-numbing my sullen yet innocent mind and body. I then closed my eyes, sprawled on the floor; my soul turning into pieces… The very pieces from which this had begun…

-The End-