Post by natashasoule on Feb 20, 2007 22:13:53 GMT -5
Natasha had been dreaming. She was in her 20's and in the perfect career. She couldn't believe it. She had acheived everything... everything that her parents wanted. She was sucsessful, wealthy, and beautiful.
She hated it.
She woke up in a cold sweat and sat up in bed, some tears escaping from her eyes. She'd never felt like this before. It wasn't anything new to her, but it had never been so strong. She wiped her eyes and sat up in bed, looking at the inside of the drapes around her bed.
She sighed and opened the drapes. She screamed in terror as demented forms of her parents swarmed in on her. There were million of copies of her "parents" and they were closing in on her fast...
Natasha woke up for real this time, bolt upright in bed. She was shaking and knew she had probably woken up some people. She reached a shaking hand to her drapes once more... opening them cautiously... Nothing out of the ordinary.
She climbed out of bed and hurried out of her dormitory, decending the steps until she reached the bottom. Still shaking, she sat down on the last step, looking at her own arms as they quaked.
She couldn't take this for much longer. It was pathetic. She was ashamed of herself. If she were to look in a mirror right now, she'd find her hair in a high, messy pony tail, a tear stained face, and baggy pajama bottoms, and a pink tank top. She break the mirror... like she had so many times before.
Natasha felt something crawl across her foot and stopped breathing. She looked down and saw a spider about as big as her hand. And it was right on her foot. She stared at it with big eyes and stayed completely motionless. She hated spiders... and was trying hard not to scream again.
She hated it.
She woke up in a cold sweat and sat up in bed, some tears escaping from her eyes. She'd never felt like this before. It wasn't anything new to her, but it had never been so strong. She wiped her eyes and sat up in bed, looking at the inside of the drapes around her bed.
She sighed and opened the drapes. She screamed in terror as demented forms of her parents swarmed in on her. There were million of copies of her "parents" and they were closing in on her fast...
Natasha woke up for real this time, bolt upright in bed. She was shaking and knew she had probably woken up some people. She reached a shaking hand to her drapes once more... opening them cautiously... Nothing out of the ordinary.
She climbed out of bed and hurried out of her dormitory, decending the steps until she reached the bottom. Still shaking, she sat down on the last step, looking at her own arms as they quaked.
She couldn't take this for much longer. It was pathetic. She was ashamed of herself. If she were to look in a mirror right now, she'd find her hair in a high, messy pony tail, a tear stained face, and baggy pajama bottoms, and a pink tank top. She break the mirror... like she had so many times before.
Natasha felt something crawl across her foot and stopped breathing. She looked down and saw a spider about as big as her hand. And it was right on her foot. She stared at it with big eyes and stayed completely motionless. She hated spiders... and was trying hard not to scream again.