You Awake With A Jolt

My eyes crack open, but I see nothing. They need time to adjust to the pitch dark of my room, but I am both reluctant and eager to discover the source of what woke me. My heart beats rapidly, almost painfully against my chest. My mind registers that I was startled awake by some kind of noise, but it feels muddy, so I must have been in a deep sleep. Neon red numbers pierce the darkness, glaring at me from the digital alarm clock beside my bed. It reads 3:41 a.m.

It felt as if time didn't pass. Even though the pavement was moving by at a steady rate it didn't feel like we were getting anywhere. The man who was an idol to me may be gone, taken, ripped away from me. He was basically that father that did not have. As we drove I thought of the times we had together. Like when I was 9 and we build a 50 foot hot-wheels track that had it all. Twists, turns, loops and jumps. The bright orange track had all the possibilities in the world. We would modify the little toy cars so that they went too fast for our own good. Painting, building and making those little 3 inch cars brought me more enjoyment than I could handle.

I walked down Red Street looking at all the bright light in the night sky; I have never seen such thing in my life until I felt myself freeze in place. This house is massive my first plan was to ring the doorbell and try to manipulate her.

A black sedan pulled down the rainy, one-lane country avenue and up the circular drive to the foreboding home. It was a large house, not large enough to be considered a manor, but still, with its three stories, it was an impressive, albeit faded, display of period architecture. The house sat upon a hillock where the car came to a stop, and the driver’s door opened.

good day in fact… I woke with a start, my body tense, I tried to relax but i could not shake the feeling that i was being watched. Almost every morning i woke up my dreams had become more and more vivid. I feel like i cannot escape the tortures that await me on my verge on my conscious. I relaxed my body trying to forget the tortures that as night had brought, frost bit fingers,black and blue face, frigid temperatures that i could never forget. I had no idea what was happening to me. I wished that something, anything would stop the tortures. Anything even something like medicine would help me to escape the horrible things that happen to me in my sleep.

Your eyes open from what appeared to be a quick nap but to your dismay, you aren’t in your own bed but rather a cold, stiff hospital bed. Faint whiffs of garbage are emanating from your hair. How you ended up in the hospital you have no idea but somehow you think it is related to the unusual pain and soreness you feel near your pelvic area. Your heart is now racing as fragments of your memory from last night are piecing together. Your cousin brought you to a party to help you get over the ex boyfriend you were ceaselessly sobbing about. There was also a boy who followed you into the bathroom when you were vomiting, then a park, and then your memory goes blank again. The second you unlock your phone, you are bombarded with pictures all over social media of you sprawled on the ground and the boy you visualized from your memory. Your

I stand in my driveway and suddenly see, out of the corner of my eye, a flash of black. I hear the bass of John Mayer’s “Gravity” before I catch sight of a vehicle. As I turn toward the mixed sounds of the revving motor and repetitive musical beats, I finally catch sight of my sister Kate and her black, two-door Jeep. Many cars have come and gone in my life, but one in particular has made a substantial impact on me. Kate's 2000 Jeep Wrangler has been a part of my life since 2015. The day she reached the milestone of getting her license, Kate went to Pace to pick up the car, and that car now stands as a symbol of the years that I have had with my sister before she must depart for college.

My friend Sarah drove. Her fingers tapped the steering wheel in rhythm to the Carrie Underwood song blaring from the radio. It was the radio’s job to keep us awake since we had left so early in the morning; however, it was not doing a good job as I fell asleep only twenty minutes into the ride. Sarah had to wake me up at the rest stop just outside of Roanoke, Virginia.

The willow tree outside my window swayed to the beat of the windchimes on the porch. The sun softly revealed itself through the morning haze. My bed is soft and familiar at this time in the morning. But Mack insists that she has an emergency and needs me there. This could be nothing, or it could be something. I argue with myself for a couple minutes, just go back to sleep Mack will be fine. But then, when I close my eyes again, I think to myself, what if Mack is in serious trouble? I guess this means I am going to have to get out of bed. I roll out and barely land on my feet. I begin to debate on whether it is worth it to get ready, but I realize that I do not want to argue twice with myself this early in the morning. Mack will just have to enjoy my stretched out grey V-neck and blue cotton shorts.

I take a step back breathing deeply, I shake all thoughts from my head remembering there is a task to be done. Shutting the door with a light thud I rest my head in my crossed arms on the hood of the car.

BEEP BEEP BEEP! I open my eyes to my bed room. I thought that car killed us all. Maybe it was just a dream, but I can’t stop thinking about. But I get up anyway and get dressed and do my morning routine all over again almost the same as yesterday

You start to panic hoping nothing happens to you. Screaming for someone to help. You start to hear “There is someone in the car”. Trying to keep moving so

I shoved my bag on the passenger seat and started the car. I pulled out of the garage and turned the car to our long driveway. I gained speed as I hit the freeway. I looked at the dashboard. Twenty minutes to 8. I still have time to stop by at my favorite café. I stopped at an intersection, waiting for the traffic lights to go green. BWCW Café was just a couple of blocks away. I turned the air condition higher as I pressed on the accelerator.

I stir awake, tossing from side to side turning off my alarms. I normally have to set three because I tend to be a very sound sleeper. I set an alarm on my iHome alarm clock that sits on my night stand to the left of my bed. I then set an alarm on my iPhone 4 that sits on my iHome ten minutes later than the one that I set on my iHome. My third alarm is set on my iPhone 6 that I currently use and charge on the right side of my bed. Even with three, I can still end up oversleeping, however, not today. Today is the first day back to basketball practice. It’s Christmas break, so I’m slow to get ready. I throw on my elite basketball shorts, a black cut off, and my practice jersey. I don’t bother combing my hair or putting makeup on because who is going to be there that I need to impress? No one. So, as I head out the door, I grab my basketball shoes, water bottle, and phone. When I drop everything in my back seat, I feel my phone buzz. I check and see it’s a text from my dad.

It is twelve o 'clock at night, Stephanie just finished all of her homework and took a relaxing shower. Now, she was comfortably lying on her bed and ready to fall into sleep. Suddenly, she felt there was something very important and urgent that she forgot to do before she fall into sleep. Yes! She needed to reply her best friend Joanna 's text message because she was doing her homework earlier. Then she picked up her phone next to her pillow and started to text. After she answered Joanna’s questions, she saw there was a little red number seven on the right corner of her email icon. She thought she might need to check her email to see if she missed any important messages. She opened her email and saw she received an email from Twitter. In the email, it said “Login to your Twitter account and see what is going on!”, then she automatically clicked the link down the bottom of the email and started to see all of her friends’ tweets. She spent about fifty minutes on Twitter to catch up all the information she missed and opened Facebook, Snapchat, and Instagram one by one. As the time was ticking, she realized it was two o 'clock in the morning and she only can sleep for almost five hours. So she putted her phone away and finally she fell asleep. Next morning, she felt very irritable because she did not get enough sleep and couldn 't concentrate in her Psychology class. She told herself that she must sleep early tonight, however, she repeated what she had done last night and slept