bad dreams

In the small village of caramile everyone was asleep. No dog was barking, no cars passing. All was silent. Surely this sounds like a good place to you but you did not open this story to hear about a Village. No you opened it for a dream. A dream that comes true. A dream which goes terribly wrong... And it is not for those of you who want a happy ending im sorry to say...if you wish for one of those then look somewhere else...

Now let's get started shall we?

"Goodnight Lizzie. " her parents said. As they walked out of the room and closed the door Lizzie drifted off to sleep. Lizzie always had pretty strange dreams. Today- or should I say tonight.. she was standing in the street outside of starbucks in a rural city. Nothing like the village. The rain was pouring and the wind lashing. It was all so real.

She straightened her red and black plaid skirt and her jet black hair blew softly in its ponytail. Her black military boots shined and protected her as did her leather jacket. This was her dream outfit. The outfit she wants when she's awake but doesn't have. She smiled, her golden yellow eyes shimmering. She started walking, not sure as to where she was going in this strange place.

"Ack-!" She fell backwards because of contact with something she didn't see. "I-im sorry.." the stranger said. "I didn't mean to run into you I didn't see you there.." the stranger offered his hand to help her up. Lizzie took the helping hand and stood up. "Thank you ..." she smiled slightly. "Call me blue." The stranger was mysterious. A pair of ice blue eyes stared down at her. She was mesmerized. "Thank you.. blue." Blue smiled down at her and realised he was still holding her hand. He let go instantly and apologised. His own black hair shined a dark blue or sea green in the light.

"So I guess your a lucid dreamer huh?" Blue said quirking an eyebrow. "W-whats that?" Lizzie was confused as to what he meant. Lucid dreamer? "Oh I'm sorry. I would have thought you knew what it was. Well lucid dreamers are aware that they aredreaming. During a lucid dream, the dreamer may gain some amount of control over the dream characters, narrative, and environment. So basicly the question is. Do you know your dreaming?" He grinned and asked her this. "Yes. I live in a village not a rural city." Lizzy replied also smiling.

"So if I'm a lucid dreamer. Then... what are you?" She asked curiously. Blue chuckled slightly. "Well... I'm a dream jumper. It's kinda weird to explain.." he rubbed his neck awkwardly. "Please. Do explain blue. " Lizzie said .

Blue sighed. "So uh.. there's these doors. HUNDREDS of THOUSANDS of doors. Each door is a different person's dream. I opened a black and red door and walked through it it left me here. So basicly when I fall asleep I can't have my own dreams but instead I can go into other people's. I can interact or just watch. If the dreamer wakes up before i get out I'm trapped until they sleep again. So in order for me to wake up I have to get back to the door lobby. . ." He explained thinking she would find him weird. "That's so cool!" She exclaimed. "Could you show me?" She asked.

Flowers hearts and stars fell over the two of them and they were suddenly in a lobby. It was full of people. "Welcome to the lobby of doors." Blue said. Lizzie could see him properly now. His eyes were sharp as icicles and his hair a midnight black. He wore a white shirt with a navy tie. His black ripped jeans contrasting.

Lizzie looked away from him and looked around the lobby. "So cool. " she whispered barely able to be heard but blue heard it.

Every night after that night blue would wait for her door to light up so he could enter her dream. Every night they hung out and got closer. Months passed and then the months became 1 year and then after 1 year and 6 months of them knowing each other Lizzie had developed feelings.

She had no idea of the circumstances at the time... no idea that out of the dreams blue had a girlfriend, that blue wasn't his name... or of his background... She didn't know about the innocent people and what he had done to them. She was stupid and naive. She wanted to meet blue, to actually hang out with him. When they were awake... but... this isn't the story of Cinderella and how she got her prince charming, no this is different.

This could only end one way...

.......in blood and tears........

"Tonight. I'll ask him tonight.." Lizzie exhaled and smiled as She climbed into her bed. She had made up her mind to ask him tonight. She sighed and closed her eyes. She drifted off into a blissful sleep. "Heya Lizzie." Blue was waiting for her."hey blue how are you tonight?" She smiled at him and asked. "I'm good you?" She answered she was good too.

About two hours into her dream she remembered to ask him something. "Hey Blue? Do... do you want to meet up? Like when we are awake and not in a dream..." She held her breath in the time it took him To answer. "Sure." Blue smirked with hidden mystery. He knew she was naive. He knew she would find out the secret. He knew she liked him. He knew... that all this would end in blood and tears but none of which would be his...

They planned it out. Lizzie would go to the cafe at 73 cater street and they would meet up there. What poor Lizzie didn't know was that blue had other plans. Plans which were inhumane and disturbing to most people. Plans which would destroy Lizzie's stable mentality and eventually... well I'm gonna leave you guessing there. On Saturday Lizzie got up early and got dressed. She had finally bought the outfit she wore in her dreams.her red and black plaid skirt with a white tee shirt, her black boods and leather jacket... surely he would recognise her. She walked to the cafe and sat at a table. She ordered a cup of tea and sat sipping it, waiting for blue.

Blue finally turned up and he smirked walking over to her. "Lizzie?" He sat across from her. "Blue.." She was stunned. "Please, call me elijah." He was extremely good looking... but you know what they say... you don't judge a book by its cover. So they sat and chatted for a while and then decided to go for a walk. They went down into an alley that elijah claimed was a short cut.

WHAM!!

Lizzie was knocked out. Something had hit the back of her head. It was hard, blunt and heavy. A bat? A gun? A- watermelon??? Elijah chuckled maniacally. "Oh lizzie~ poor, sweet, naive Lizzie... " he said in a harsh cold voice. He took out his mobile and called someone. 3 minutes later a black car pulled up. Lizzie was shoved into the boot and the car drove off to an unknown base. . .

"W-where am I!?" Lizzie sat up against a wall and rubbed her head. A dark sinister chuckle could be heard from somewhere in the shadows of this dark bleak room. "Oh sweetheart~ your in my world now." a man's voice. The man stepped out of the shadows, unrecognizable in the dark. "Why am I here ?!" She was crying now, sad tears of realization. "Well your the one who wanted to meet me wasn't you? To meet up while we were awake? Oh honey I've endured all your sickly sweet dreams every night for a year and a half. I'm sick of it quite obviously and then finally, you asked to meet up in real life." He turned on the light and knelt next to her. He smirked and stared into her eyes. She shivered under his gaze, the ice blue eyes which one warmed her now chilled her to the bone. "W-why... " Lizzie shrank back but couldn't go anywhere due to the wall.

"Lizzie~ you should have been careful what you dream for~ it could go wrong because this is reality. We're in the real world not dream land. There are killers and criminals all over. It's just too bad you were stupid enough to trust me!" He laughed. "Elijah?? Did the brat wake up?" A beautiful slender woman strutted in, her brown hair tied up elegantly. She laughed at lizzies sorry state. "Oh dear did you think he didn't know?? Did you think you could trust him because you hung out in you Dreams??"

"Wh-who are you.." She shivered as tears tan down her cheeks. "I'm Olivia. Elijah's fiance. And you~ will be disposed of soon enough sweetheart~" her voice made her breath choke in her throat. olivia walked out of the roim and the door could be heard to lock behind her. There was clearly no escaping this room quite clearly because there was no windows... just bleak grey stone walls, the only exit was the door, the large,heavy, steel, door locked on the outside.

Elijiah smirked and stood up. He walked to the far end of the small room. He ran his fingers across a table of which it's contents Lizzie could not see. He smiled and picked up an item. An item used for cutting squares.

He staked towards her menacingly. He knelt down and pressed the cold blade to her skin and pulled the lever. With a horrific scream a square of her skin was ripped off. Elijah continued this painstakingly slowly and tourturously. When he had done she looked like a gory chess board with her blood dripping all over into a dark red puddle. He had slit her face and then stitches it back up.

Doctors were sent in to patch her up and then two days later he would use other methods. It happened in a pattern like this for around two months until the day she was set free.

One day after two months Elijah walked into the room. He was in a bad mood. He grabbed a knife and started stabbing Lizzie. Her screams were not heard to people outside the room and neither were her tears. She cried and screamed just like every day for the past two months. In a fit of anger he stabbed her straight through the throat. She took one last gurgling breath and died from it all. The blood rushing into her lungs drowning her, the lack of oxygen, the months of torture... she died.

This is The end but as I said... this story is not about a princess and Prince charming no... And it did end in blood and tears.. I warned you not to read if you aren't into all the gore, blood and that... you made a choice and now you cannot unsee what you just read. I leave you here at the end of this gruesome tale and let it be a lesson to you all. Goodbye.