Allie's Sleep: A Fictional Narrative

I haven’t been able to sleep for the past month. I hear my door creak and I look at the door. I see someone open the door very slowly before coming in. I look to see Maria tiptoeing into my room. “What are you doing?” I ask “You know your mom would kill me if she saw us.”

After a few more minutes of waiting Anna decided to get out of bed and walk down to the food court to see if her father was there. After getting out of bed, Anna found a note taped to her father’s chair that she hadn’t seen before scripted in scribbly letters saying Based on your actions he might come back don’t tell anyone about this and he will come back unharmed. Anna hurriedly found the bag of her clothes that her mother had delivered overnight and pulled on a hot pink mini skirt and a white long sleeve crop top. After getting dressed Anna opened her door and stepped outside, there was no one anywhere to be seen. She continued to walk down the hall and there was still no noise and no one in sight. She walked straight to the elevator and went down to the first floor where the food court should be, but there was no one there either, the hospital had been abandoned and she was sure that the songbook and the object that played her melody the night before were somehow behind it all. She ran back up to her room as carefully as she could trying not to hurt her arm, and once she arrived at the door she grabbed the music book off the desk beside of her bed, tried to flush it down the toilet, and stuffed her cell phone in her bag of clothes that her mom had bought. She was about to pick up her bag when she heard a new melody right outside of her door. La, La, La, La, La, La. La, La, La, La, La. La, La, La, La, La. La, La, La, La, La, La, La. She wanted to see what was making the noise so she carefully opened her door and peeked through the opened crack. There nothing was there! She grabbed her bag of clothes and ran down the steps as quickly as she could but then she heard a voice behind her, “Aaaaannnnnnnnnnnaaaaaaa!!!!” the voice moaned “Aaaaannnnnnnnnnnaaaaaaa it isn’t safe at your house!!!!” said the voice. She spun around and saw a scrawny old man

The next morning when Allie went onto the deck, she was surprised to see Charleston spread out along the docks. She immediately went in search of Thomas. She found him coming out of the galley carrying a tray.

I felt someone rubbing my arm softly. When I opened my eyes, I was on the couch with… Katy was snuggled up against me and held my arm in place as I tried to move it from cradling her. Oh, but the man’s deep harsh voice that now rattled my brain had me frozen in place and in pain. Katy covered most of my face being in front of me as we spooned, but I could see (who had to be her dad) on the wall size TV looking at the two of us huddled closely together.

“Your grandfather didn’t just die Faith, he was murdered. My father put rat poison in his wine that night that our families got together for a dance. I tried so hard to stop him but he locked me up in my room so I couldn’t.” Embry had a shaky voice and a loud cry now. My head swarmed with terrible thoughts that I couldn’t get out of my head. My whole family thought he died of a heart attack. What if my parents really knew the truth and weren’t telling me? Why is Embry going for me and not anybody else? I collapsed to the ground. Lily immediately ran out from the popcorn cart and held me tight. It felt like my world was coming to an end. Embry kept apologizing like it was all her fault.

Flashes of memory rapidly traveled though Allie’s mind; those captivating eyes and that beautiful, alluring smile; suddenly, she was transported back to that past December day, standing there on Meeting Street. Swiftly, Thomas was upon her; his lips on hers were hot with need as he took her mouth with his. Allie heard quick intakes of breath and grunts of disapproval from somewhere in the room. It was very inappropriate for them to kiss this way in public, but she did not care; she returned Thomas’s kiss with a fervor that matched his.

She decided to look down for the rest of the walk after getting glared at by a passerby. As she was watching her feet and skipping over the cracks in the pavement, something had yanked the back of her jacket. Whipping around, Becca saw a shambled family. They were tan and soaking wet; their cardboard home shaped the background of the frightening portrait Becca was faced with. A wave of angry words, desperate words confronted her, echoing without meaning her mind. The mother of the two children fell to her knees weeping, pleading for something Becca would never exactly know. The daughter, the girl Becca realized pulled her jacket, stared at her. Dark chocolate colored eyes were melting with the heat of her pain and her brittle lips smoked with the speed of her pleading words. Becca was being pulled away unknowingly when she heard a familiar rumble coming from the pit of the girl’s stomach. And just as soon as the encounter had happened, it was over. Concern replaced the sound of desperation and she let her family know she was fine. She went back to looking at her feet. In a couple of minutes, Becca’s family arrived at the

She stumbled once finally standing, her head banging against the bedside table before finally hitting the wood flooring. The sound of something falling was noted by her tired brain at the same time as the sharp pain in her hand when Norma laid a hand on the floor. There seemed to be a significant lag between actions and reactions as her troubled eyes swept through the bedroom. Throughout her blurred vision she saw blood on her hand and little silver things shining in the middle of that small red pool, deep in her flesh; she didn't exactly understood what the things were until she noticed glass shards on the floor. She grabbed the lamp with her uninjured hand and got up on shaky legs, ready to collapse at any

Did you know that fear of the dark is common not only amongst children, but adults, too? In the play There’s an Alligator Under My Bed, A Nightmare in my Closet, and Something in My Attic, by Mercer Mayer, there are three acts, each depicting a monster, or “nightmare,” preventing children from falling asleep. The purpose of this play was to show the audience that things that are frightening may not be as scary as they appear, to portray how to find the courage to overcome fears, and to show the audience that sleeping is not as difficult as it seems.

The door slams as she goes in, and I can hear muffled sobs behind the thin walls. I turn to my dad and see tears glistening on his cheeks—for all his dislike of my brother, he hates seeing my mother so broken. There is no light, now, as Mom grows silent. Dad rises from his chair to go to bed, giving me a hug as he walks away.

When Allie awoke, she was in a field of wildflowers, braiding the stems of clovers to make a crown for her head the way she and Ada Joy used to do when they were girls; except, instead of Ada, Jeanette Ingalls Thomaston was there with her. Jeanette was talking about how Allen run off and joined the Cause, leaving her to care for their child alone. Gazing around, Allie wondered, what child? However, she did not speak, she just sat there and listened as Jeanette went on and on about how bad her life had become- “Be careful what you wish for,” Jeanette said suddenly, “It may not be all you hoped it’d be.” Jeanette vanished and in her place sat Ada.

One crisp autumn day Zöe was walking to Pierre’s house to meet up with him and go on a picnic. Grace had to go back to her grandmother’s for a week as she was sick, and the doctors weren 't sure if she was going to make it. Zöe had just turned the corner when, suddenly she was grabbed by her hood and pulled back into the arms of a twenty-one year old man. he clasped his dirty, greasy hand over her mouth preventing her from calling for help. She struggled futilely, but as lean and strong as she was, she could not make a dent in the man’s strong arms. As the man restrained and blindfolded her, another man started tying her up. Constrained to the chair, she could not cry out or elude what was to come of her at all. She was bracing herself for abuse or death when she heard a scuffling coming from where she believed the first man had gone.

Elena's eyes fluttered open, looking up at the ceiling as images flashed through her head. Fragments of the dream fading away yet the memory burned deep into her mind. She leisurely turned her head towards the nightstand, then to the window, a heavy blanket of frost hovering around her window. A deathlike silence lingers in the air, she's home. The concept of home seeming all so foreign, as this wasn’t exactly what she would call home. When her grandparents dropped the suitcases in the house, everything felt so empty. Elena had expected to see her mom in the kitchen, her dad in the living room with his face stuffed into a new book. Yet no one was there, they weren’t going to be. A flood of panic surged through her, feeling complete and utterly immersed in the darkness. This was Evasmos, Thessaloniki. She slept in the same bedroom for years. The floor boards creaked in all the same places, a dent in the closet where Mike had slammed into after trying to sneak out the window. Everything had been in place, just the way it always was. Yet for some odd reason she feels out of place, like she doesn’t belong here. Her thoughts were cutoff, followed by ear-piercing screams that filled the house. She restrains herself from getting up to check on her great grandfather, the doctors had strictly told her not to wake him during the nightmares, because he can inflict danger upon himself. Elena was never used to it though, the past three months he'd driven her insane with the constant

It was Four o 'clock in the morning, and despite the warmth of the bed, Minerva couldn 't sleep. The thumping of the dryer didn 't usually bother her, but tonight it was all she could focus on as she tossed and turned. Now, she laid awake, eyes wide with indirectable annoyance while she stared at the ceiling, considering her options. She knew she wouldn 't be able to get to sleep, but the thought of getting up irked her. Sleep was a commodity, and she never got enough of it.

Abruptly, the sound of heavy footsteps descended from the kitchen. She cupped her mouth – not even letting a puff of breath surrender her. She struggled to make out her bearings. She tugged at her jacket and fell to the ground. The door creaked open. Her breathing hitched. ‘’I know you’re in here,’’ the sinister tone coated his deep voice. ‘’come out come out where ever you are,’’. Adrenaline kicked in and she stood up. He wore a wicked smile, though she could not see it. “Go ahead kill me!” she laughed with repulsion. However before he could reach her, she darted for the spiral gold rimmed staircase. He grabbed her leg. With a loud thud she fell to the ground. Her head collided with the marble floor. Hair draped across her face in a dark sodden mess. She let the darkness engulf her.