Your Worst Nightmare

Prologue

For the seventh time this week I woke up screaming. It wasn't rare for me to wake up screaming I had woken up like this every night for the last four months. Usually I woke up just before I started screaming, just on the verge of a scream tearing out of my throat. But not tonight, tonight I was screaming as if I was being skinned to death.

My nightmares were mysteries to me, I could never remember them. By the time I woke up the nightmares were distant memories that I couldn't remember. I was grateful that I couldn't remember them though. Who in their right mind would want to remember their nightmares?

I looked at the clock hoping it would be time for school soon so I wouldn't have to go back to bed and risk having another nightmare or stay up for three hours and looking like crap for school because I got no sleep. The clock read 4:47, my alarm would be going off in thirteen minutes for school. Laying back on my pillow I reached over to my nightstand and grabbed my phone.

Approximately thirteen minutes later my alarm went off, groaning I got out of bed and got ready.  Since I was already up and had plenty of time on my hands I decided to clean the kitchen until I had to go outside to wait for the bus.

At six my mom came down with a toothbrush in her mouth. Rinsing her mouth out she asked,"How long have you been up?"

"A little before five, why?"

"I heard you this morning, Kylie, you were screaming again."

"Yeah, I was."

"Why?"

She was going to pull it out of me since I usually woke up right before I started screaming I told my mom that the nightmares had stopped so she would stop worrying about me, but it looks like it backfired, "Because I had a nightmare."

"So you lied to me when you told me the nightmares had stopped then?"

"Maybe?"

"Why didn't you tell me you were still having nightmares I could have helped."

"I didn't want you to worry about it because I'm fine, really. Never better."

"Sure you are."

"Look, my bus is going to be arriving anytime now. I need to go, love you. Bye!"

"This discussion is not finished we are talking about this later. Lying is not okay," she told me as I walked out the door.

"Yeah, whatever," I muttered, shutting the door.