《Its Where My Demons Hide》Nightmare and Pasta
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My sleeps are cursed with nightmares
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2 years later..
( Blazes pov)
It was dark when I woke up. I blinked trying to adjust to the darkness. My neck was positioned in an awkward way and It hurt. I tried to move my hands but I found them tied with a rope to the chair I was on. I struggled against the ropes trying to free my hands when I heard the click of a lock and a door behind me opened allowing light to enter in the otherwise pitch dark room. Someone entered the room and closed the door making it dark again.
I tried to speak but my voice came out like a muffled cry. I hear a low chuckle.
"Blaze my favourite experiment!! How are you kiddo? oh you can't see me? I thought you had gotten used to the room and him. Aren't you using his eyes?" he said in his deep voice. I couldn't see his face due the darkness. But his voice was familiar even though I couldn't really remember any one with this kind of voice.
'Who are you? Who is him? whose eyes is he talking about? Where am I ?and why am I here?' all these questions were running in head I wanted answers for them but I couldn't speak because of the cloth around my mouth.
"Oh sorry, I almost forgot" he said and took the cloth off.
"Who are you?" I asked but my voice didn't sound like mine. It sounded more rough,....more....Devilish.
"What happened to my voice? What did you do to me?" I ask him my voice sounding foreign. I struggled against the ropes.
"Now, now, tone it down, we don't want you getting hurt again because of your disobedience now do we?" he asked almost in a mocking tone.
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"Shut up and let me go!!" I say and get a slap as a reply my neck snapped towards my right at the Impact.
"How dare you talk to me like that you worthless piece of shit?!" he slapped me again. My cheek burned with how hard he slapped me. But I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. So I glared at him.
"I am not worthless!! You are !! You bastard let me go!!!" I shout at him.
"looks like you've forgotten how to behave with your father. Hmm.... let me teach you a lesson." he said and heard his footsteps fade a little. I then heard a ping and a piercing sound rang through my ears. It was too much to bear I screamed . I wanted it to stop I screamed and thrashed around but no avail that voice wouldnt stop I could hear him laughing .
At the back of my head I could hear a voice calling out to me but I was in too much of pain to listen to it. It called out to me repeatedly but I just couldn't concentrate on the voice. All I could was pain..
"Blaze..?"
Make it stop!! it hurts!
"Blaze!"
Please someone make it stop! I can't take it anymore!
"BLAZE!!!"
I woke up with a start breathing heavily only to find myself on my bed..so it was a dream...I sat there trying to get my breathing under control.
"Blaze? Are you ok?" asked my little brother Shane looking up at me with his big innocent blue eyes. I sighed.
"I am fine love, but what are you doing here I thought you had school?" I ask him getting out of my bed and walking over to the closet to get my clothes for the day.
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"Today is Sunday means no school and besides you promised me to take me to the park today." he said with a grin plastered on hi face.
"Oh yeah! I will take you to the park but first let me shower and get ready?" I asked and he nodded heading out.
After taking a hot shower which calmed my nerves and slipping on my clothes which consisted of a dark blue shirt and light blue jeans.
I head down and find my brother on the couch watching Jake and the never land pirates. Yeah he is a big fan. He even calls our cook Mr. Milo brooks as Captain Hook.
"Shane, c'mon. you want me to take you to the park then you have finish your breakfast and even a glass of milk." I say walking over to the kitchen to find Mr. brooks.
"Good morning Mr. brooks." I say .
"Good morning Blaze" he says while cutting up fruits for the salad.
"Shane to the dining table now" I command him seeing him still on the couch.
"COMING!" he shouts and runs to the dinning table.
"What's for breakfast today captain hook?" he asks as I sit on the chair beside his.
"Its Brooks not Hook and besides today I made pasta today." said Mr. Brooks carrying a steaming pot of pasta.
My eyes widened as soon as I saw Shane did the same. We both looked at each other and then at Mr. Brooks with grins on our faces.
"Oh no! not again you are not kids anymore!!" he said knowing our intentions at once..
"AJUMILASTA, I LOVE YOU PASTA , AJUMILSTA, I LOVE YOU PASTA.. YOU ARE MY PASTA, I AM YOUR PASTA AJUMILASTA, I LOVE YOU PASTA..." we continued singing this and dancing around the house.
"OK OK enough of it now. Come and finish your breakfast" said Mr. brooks. Just then the door bell sounded.
"I'll get it!!" I say and run to the door and open it.
"Hey I am your new neighbour I thought I would just say — Blaze??!!"
"KATHERINE??!"
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