Brett walked down the dark hallway in fright as she was about to face her fears. How did she get in this position? How did her mind become as black as night? Filled with fear she knew what she had to do..
43 days ago Brett had a normal life, a perfect caring family, and great friends. But one thing no one knew about was her dreadful nightmares. She wished they could stop, terrible nightmares flowing through her brain at night. Waking up in cold sweat and fear was not a life Brett had wanted. Days went on with these terrible nightmares, and Brett's paranoia had grown terribly. As soon as Brett got back from school, she'd lock herself in her own room. She didn't know who to trust, or what to do. Her mind was flowing with darkness. A month into the paranoia she went back home, ate nothing, and locked herself in her room, as usual. She fell asleep, as she was tired of worrying. This time when she fell asleep, she could control her nightmares. They were still nightmares, but she could walk in them, she could feel things. This had never happened to Brett before, so she was strongly confused. In this nightmare, she was trapped in a dark room...she couldn't get out, she was stuck. She couldn't move, she was brain dead. Outside of the nightmare she was cold sweating, panting, as if she had ran a mile.
The next morning she woke up and put on her clothes, as usual. When she was going downstairs she saw a dark object on the corner of her eye. She was freaked out and ran downstairs swiftly.
"Honey? Are you ok?" Asked Brett's mom. "Y-yes. Just got spooked, that's all." Brett said nervously. "Honey, if you need us to take you to a thera-" her mom said concerned. "No, no, no it's ok." Brett interrupted. "Well, ok.." Her mom said in a faded voice.
