Chapter 1

The room is pitch black, you can only distinguish the furniture and walls. A small room that was longer than it was wide with a 3-drawer dresser on the wall beside the door, next to it there was a night table and a single mattress bed. At the end of the narrow room which felt more like a corridor then a room was a window. The window was looking out at a big willow tree on the front lawn, all you could see was the leaves dancing to the wind in the light of the full moon.

I wake up in my penguin pajama was drenched in sweat. "Not this dream again, fuck" I say in a whisper not to wake up everyone. The same dream, always the same dream I think to myself.

I roll over and sit on the side of my tiny room, why did I get the tiny room. I reach for my bed lamp on the table beside my bed. Before I open it, I shield my eyes from the light, I get up and look around my room.

My bed was touching both parallel walls, everything was on the same wall my dresser, my bed side table and my bed except for the closet which was in front of the door. I really hated my room I didn't even decorate, not even paint, it was white as clouds. I walk to the dresser and open the bottom drawer, took out a baby blue pajama and closed it again. I walk out of my room into the kitchen, it was simple and had white cabinets lined on 2 sides of the room which was maybe a bit bigger than my room. There was old white appliances that was stained by age and use. In front of my bedroom door on the other side was a door that led to a bathroom.

"Ugh" I moan walking in the bathroom. I hated it, it had a tiny shower and no bath, both washer and dryer with a toilette tucked behind the shower. It wasn't well built for big appliances, meaning we had to move the sink slightly closer to the toilette. I throw my stuff on the washer and turn on the shower checking the temperature with my hand. I undressed leaving my clothes on the floor and get in the shower.

After about 10 minutes I'm out, reaching for the towel and drying then putting my clean set of clothes on, throwing my set of sweat drenched pajamas and towel into the laundry basket closing the light on my way out.

"Ahh, better" I exclaimed after going back to my room and rolling into bed trying to fall back asleep since it's still dark out. I can't. I keep thinking about that dream, that stupid dream!

It was in old times around in the 1700's. A girl about my age, she was beautiful with dark long hair that went to the middle of her back. She had almond shaped blue eyes, as blue as the sky on a hot summer day. Her nose was small and dainty, she had an oval shaped face, but it worked with her. She looked a bit like me, but she was way prettier.

She was running in the woods with fear in her eyes as I could hear yells behind her, they were catching up to her and she knew it. The screams of the pursuers echoed throughout the dense redwood forest floor. Even without knowing her I was scared for her, why where they after her!? After a few more seconds she trips and I hear one of the village men scream "She's here guys, come on I can't fight her alone". Reinforcements came flooding in, surrounding the girl. I witness her struggle, fighting to get free, free away from those men. Suddenly shifting to what appears to be a dark room, as my eyes adjust, I notice this is a basement but there are cells, 2 of them, she is in the one at the end of the room. She is crying but no tears.

Again, without warning, the dream suddenly changes to a scene that the poor girl is tied to a pole, in the middle of what seems to be a small undeveloped colonial village, with people surrounding her as they look at her with piercing contempt and the foulest of disgust. They all seem to be yelling as a mob however not a sound can be heard this time oddly. Wood is layered around her with bundles of hay stacked upon it. I look around and I only see plains of green around us, turning up to the sky lets me see that the clouds are rolling in, not quite unlike a cloud of ink released by a squid as they both are as black as night. Even if just minutes before the sun was shining as bright as ever. I peak a look at the girl with the blue eyes to see a man setting fire to the wood around her. The fear in her eyes when everything starts to fade away is something I cannot soon forget.

That's usually around the time I wake up in a bed soaked with sweat.