Nightmare.

"Do you wanna play a game?"

No!!

Crazy jumped down from the bed moving away from skeleton's unsightly claws.

The monster changed.

The skull had a black top hat on his head nauseatingly grinning at her.

The long uneven claws were stained with yellowish gluey liquid she couldn't identify.

The skeleton suddenly crawled to her on his fours. Moving unnaturally at a breakneck speed.

Screaming, Crazy ran out from her bedroom to the balcony. Breaking out from the glass. Thousands of shards biting deep into her skin.

Everything slowed down for a moment.

The heavy rain drops seemed to have freezed in the air.

Likewise the glass shards floating on the air too.

Everything was slowing down at that single moment. Her fearful gaze looked at her back to see the skeleton possess a face...

No horrifyingly wrong!

Facial features ripped their way out of the skull. Disgusting uncountable tiny hands sprouting from the skin.

Molding.

Like a potter on his clay.

Half of the skeleton's face disturbingly resembled her bland features.

But the hollowness in the monsters eyes didn't change. It became more dreadful, more insidious and more terrifying.

The uncountable tiny hands sunk back into the conjured flesh.

The black nightwear was gone replaced with flowing dark garments that resembled witches her mother read to her as bedtime stories.

"Come... Come play with mee.."

An air of uncontrollable madness and malevolence resonated the monster's warbled demonic snarl.

She was in danger.

Then that singular moment passed.

Gravity pulling her down.

She jumped her one story building childhood home.

Her legs broken to a mangled mess.

"Arghhhhhh!!!!"

Her screams turned guttural towards the end.

Fear hitched her chest. She couldn't control the beating of her heart that slammed repeatedly at her ribcage. Tears sprang up her eyes.

A manical laughter resounded behind her.

She turned stopping midway a face mirroring her own was dangerously closed to her. There was bloodstains and bits of flesh on her lips and teeth and a very long spine connected to the head.

Her eyes widened.

The unnatural spine stretched far away to a skeletal body swimming in dark garments.

The head cocked to the side. Dangerously close to hers.

"Do you wanna build a snowman? Like Ella?"

No!!!

"Come on I know you want to. Frozen is one of your favourite bedtime stories."

The head cooed. Ravenous fangs elongating to snap off her neck.

"You could be my Anna."

It smiled. The blood more prominent on the white teeth.

A stifled crying captured her attention. It was in the other compound.

She knew what was going to happen next but whenever she tried to remember her mind went blank.

"But I haven't forgotten. You didn't let me to."

The ghastly warbled demonic voice quietened down, almost accusingly. For a moment she thought she could sense agony and pain hidden beneath those words. Before it vanished as if it was never there.

"Remember *****"

The head face morphed blank to a mirror. She mistakenly stared in to it.

Her lusterless dark eyes staring back at her.

Then everything hit back like a hurricane.

It was raining, thunder rumbled and lightening painted the stormy clouds.

The weather didn't disrupt the peace.

She was back in her ten years old bedroom genuinely smiling...

Smiling at her mother.

This time around, her face wasn't blurry. She had a walking stick placed beside her chair. A golden rimmed glasses that failed to hide the incredible warmth in her warm deep brown eyes. Her raven dark hair was pulled in a messy ponytail. And the smile that played on her lips tugged her barren heart.

She found herself asking her mother for a story. She wasn't in control.

Only seemed to be playing the role already scripted for her.

"Oh dear! Am so tired. Mommy needs to sleep."

The light-heartedness in the voice made her heart ache. But her younger body from seven years ago kept playing her role in the scene.

" It's just that am not satisfied with Snow White! How can someone be so stupid?!"

Her younger self huffed and puffed. Comically hitting her forehead with her soft palms. Successfully winning her mom's laughter as she intended. Joining her too.

"Well Snow White is gullible alright. But at least her prince charming came to save her."

Her mother lowered her body with practiced movement to avoid angering her broken leg infront of her daughter. It would hurt her if she saw her daughter's happiness dissolve into worry.

She then gave her a light kiss on her forehead.

"Good night *****. Make sure you sleep early my miscreant"

She watched her younger self chuckle. Struggling to remember her real name. Her point of view switched from an actress to an observer. She saw her mother put off the lamplight. Standing up with the help of her walking stick lending an assuring smile to her daughter who sat up from her bed to help her.

Her younger self seemed to understand helping her would make the feeling for her mom worse. So she laid back down motionless.

Her mother left her bedroom.

Her absence made the gloomy weather and darkness more prominent.

"Mother!! Mother wait!! Please don't go!"

Crazy moved to chase after her but ended up stumbling to the floor.

The person responsible for it, rubbing her forehead that was turning red from the fall.

Her younger self was so close to her. Her dark eyes filled with color, wonder and mischief a direct contrast to Crazy's empty lusterless ones. Her younger self stood up from the floor she fell on when climbing off the bed.

Pouting, she ran her small soft hands into her short hair. She wore a clean Mickey mouse PJ's.

Looking at her, Crazy felt filthy. Trash that needed to be disposed to make the world cleaner.

Her long raven black hair was messy and dirty. It had been long since she last washed it. She wasn't allowed to use the general public bathroom in Mistorn. So she had to wake up earlier than everyone to use it. If she slept in and didn't wake up early she would bath the next day. But recently Jamil laid await for her. So she hadn't taken a proper bath in weeks.

She only had one cloth so she was careful to only wash it in the night and when she was sure it would dry.

Her long clawlike nails harboured dirt she hates grooming them. But she had to. To defend herself. From Jamil and other male and female bullies.

Her skin was rough and sunken in. Her palms calloused. Her body was thin and so light people thought a simple breeze could blow her.

She was very very hungry and haven't had a proper meal in days.

Why?

Why did it happen to me? Why me of all persons?! Why not someone else like Jamil and her lackeys. Why can't they let my life be more bearable than it already is.

Especially when no one would want a cursed crazy lunatic as her or his daughter?!

Her younger self tiptoed to a large study table made specially for her.

Crazy remembered that her and her mother worked on her assignments and class presentation on that table.

Her younger self reached out to the a worn-out red book where her mother read all her bedtime stories from.

She wondered how one book could carry all of those stories until she realised her mother scribbled them herself. Any story she thought Crazy would love.

Succeeding in grabbing the book in a go. Under the dim moonlight that streamed its way into her room.

The heavy rainfall reducing to a chilly drizzle. She turned the book open peering at the pages. Looking for Elsa and Anna's Frozen story.

She flipped the pages, failing at being noiseless.

While fervently searching for the story's chapter.

Something black slipped out from the back of the old book.

The young girl paused her movement pouting once more of her futile efforts. Her dark gaze caught sight of it.

Dropping the book to the side she picked it up.

Crazy's eyes widened in horror she stood up quickly reaching to snatch 'the thing'.

' I need to stop her. She will destroy everything again!!'

Crazy's hands gripped at 'the thing' on the floor only for her hand to move easily in the floor.

Shocked, she moved her hand out quickly. Her eyes widened in comical circles.

She wasn't real. At least not in this time and space.

Her body was incorperal held no material substance.

Almost as if she was dead and a ghost.

Immersed in her thoughts, her younger self picked up a black card. Her dark eyes staring at it in wonder.

The black card held an ominous aura to it. Crazy felt pulled to it. Almost being sucked in by it.

Likewise her younger self.

No! Please not again!

It was too late.

There is nothing she could do. It was in the past but why can't she accept it?

"Why? Why you ask?"

An insidiously sinister voice whispered behind her.

She didn't need to turn to remember what it was.

Well she didn't need to. Cause a half ripped off face revealing a bloodstained skull and a pair of eyes that looked so hollow yet a pool of an unending abyss, stared at her upside down. A long spine carrying it disappearing from her view leading behind her.

To probably where it's skeletal body was.

She closed her eyes and screamed.

A screeching echo of laughter boomed around her. Her ears hurt so bad she could swear it was bleeding.

What felt like eternity.

She heard a sniffling sound of a child.

Her blood ran cold.

Remembering who it was.

Again.

"Oh no! Not again, Cassian!"

Her younger self made a move before she did.

No..No..No

When will my nightmare be over?