You know when people try to tell you that your nightmares are all in your head? They are. But that doesn't make them any more terrifying. My nightmares that night were horrible, and more than once I woke up screaming.
When my alarm went off, signaling that I had to depart for school, I put my head under the pillow. There was no way I was going to school today. No way.
My mom had already left, I had heard her try to leave quietly and hour previous when I was lying awake. I would explain tonight why I didn't go to school. There was no homework due, and my lab partner would take notes for me in science.
I tried to fall back to sleep, only succeeding after I shut the blinds to my window.
I was still plagued with nightmares, but these were ones I could tolerate. Elias would dart in and out of them, but my dream-self didn't give him much thought.
When I rolled awake again at 2:45, I still felt like I had been floored by a ton of bricks, but that was better than the near-hysterical-yet-zombiefied state I was in this morning.
My stomach growled, and I was forced to exit my cozy bedroom to eat something.
All the way down the stairs, I pondered Elias, brushing my hair as I went.
His words from last night came back to me. "You should have fought him off, you're better than that" echoed through my head and I shivered.
Before I knew it, I was in the kitchen, pouring a bowl of Cheerio's I was no longer hungry for. I gave my bowl a quizzical glance.
Maybe I needed more sleep.
I poured the cereal back into its bag and got a glass of milk instead, going to my laptop.
I logged into facebook, then puttered around the kitchen, doing dishes and wiping down counters. The work gave me a rhythm, blocking out all pestering thoughts of Elias.
My facebook message alert went off, snapping me out of my cleaning spree with a small scream. With a frown, I saw that it was from Elias.
"No show at school today, everything alright?" I rolled my eyes. I was supposed to be mad at him. I toyed with the idea of ignoring him, then just went with monosyllabic truth.
"Yeah" I replied, picturing the frustrated frown that was probably adorning Elias' smug little face. His next reply genuinely shocked me.
"I don't believe you. Can I come over?" My jaw dropped. God, this guy had mood swings.
"Now's not the best time, sorry" I wasn't really, I didn't want to see him, plain and simple. I went over to the sink and took a couple pieces of silverware out to scrub.
"Fine. You better not have cut yourself" I froze.
"You hear me Carly?" The silence dragged on. I honestly didn't know what to say.
"...I'm going to come over. I'll be there in five. If you've been cutting, I'm going to hurt you"
I lunged to the computer, forgetting about the silverware in my hands. I tripped on the computer stool, causing one of the knives to slice into the back of my left hand. I bit back a cry of pain. I began to type a reply, something, anything to keep him from coming here, but he had already logged off.
I swore, throwing the bloody knife in my hand across the room. It hit the counter and bounced off, trailing blood across the floor.
Now Elias would think I was a crazy psychopath. WHY WHY WHY was I so clumsy?
A knock sounded at the front door, sending me into a panic.
I grabbed a towel off the counter, pressing it to my hand. I raced to the door, opening it just as Elias raised his hand to knock again. He took one look at the bloodstained towel, and his face darkened.
This was going to get ugly.