"Mother" I called.
"Yes, sweet" She replied.
"T-These dreams I have each time I sleep mum. I'm scared" I said, hugging her tight.
"Don't worry, as long as you keep taking your medications you'll be fine" She said, her hands caressing my cheeks.
"I don't know, it's been a whole year now. I can't sleep alone, mum" I cried.
"Everything would be fine. I promise" She said, giving me a warm smile.
This was me, Ejiro Oghomena. The eight year old me, anyway.
About a year ago, my family and I got into a terrible car accident. My father died, leaving my mother, my two elder brothers and myself as the only survivers.
A month after the accident, I began to have a series of reoccurring dreams. Nightmares infact.
When I slept, there was always a boy. He came after me, everywhere I went. He wanted to kill me, he wanted to get my blood and hear my heartbeat stop.
The boy always seemed to grow each year. When I was 7 he was too, when I was 8 and 9, same thing.
My family became aware about it because I couldn't hide my fear. I was only seven.
They assumed it was as a result of the car accident and took me to a hospital where I got the medications I take now.
The nightmares actually began to occur less frequently and I believed it was the drugs.
Still, not having it at all would be much better.
I wasn't much of a prayer warrior or even prayed at all, but those dreams caused me to.
I wake up every night and pray, crying and begging for God's forgiveness of whatever sins I may have committed.
He never answered me but I wouldn't give up. I believed God had a time for everything and I waited impatiently for that day.
Till date, I never leave the house without a rosary. Neither do I stay on my own nor remain in a quiet place. The dreams affected me that much.
Each time, I wake up crying and kneeling on the floor. I didn't like such kind of torture for a dream.
I guess the dreams contributed to what I am today.
People say I'm saucy, rude and mannerless, but I say I'm sassy, nice and does not enjoy life at all.
I couldn't kill myself even if I wanted to. My mother and brothers needed me, they cared about me and I really needed them in my life.
The dreams still scares me a lot, but I've learnt to accept my fate and try to endure it.
Not sure how long I can though.
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The Boy In Her Dreams
Teen FictionWho would have thought changing schools could be the strangest thing to ever happen? No one, of course! But such was the case of Ejiro Oghomena. On the first week of her new school, she got roped in to drama with Sharon Achebe, a proud and obnoxious...
