The Confession

I was feeling a headache. I opened my eyes, saw the bright light on my face, and then I gently closed my eyes. I shook my head. I tried to move my arms, but I could not move them. My heart is beating so fast. It triggered the wild imagination in my mind. I started thinking that they cut my arms because I disobeyed them.

I suddenly opened my eyes, lifted my head, and looked at my hands, which were tied to the bed. I started struggling to free my hands. When I looked around, I saw that I was in a small room. There were no windows in the room. It was a clean room. I squeezed my eyes together and then gently opened them.

“This is a dream. This is a dream,” I was muttering.

As I was talking to myself, I saw a shadow on the floor, and I looked up at the door. And I saw Bethany standing at the door. The demented smile appeared on her face. I was straight staring at her. It seemed as if she was creeping me out with her laughter.