Chapter 2

That night I tossed and turned in my bed. I hate that this time this nightmare isn't going away. I tossed and turned over and over until I couldn't take this anymore! I ran to my bathroom and began to cut myself extra hard. In a few moments  I began to feel soooo light headed so I stopped. My arm was gushing out blood. I collasped to the floor and started to cry holding my face to my arm. My mom ran in and plunged to the floor to look at my arm.

"Why did you do this!?" she asked me.

"I.....I....I'm sick of it mom," I said shaking. I swallowed and looked up at her.

"Sick of what?" she stroked my black hair back.

"The n..n...nightmares," I sobbed.

"What about them?" she asked again. I stood up and so did she. I swallowed once more before speaking.

"I tried everything mom and nothing worked," I said trying not to stutter.

"What exactly did you try??" she questioned me getting more serious.

"Therapy,pills,drugs and nothing worked," I looked up at her, "What's happening to me?" She held me tight and cried even more.

"I don't know Taylor.......I just don't know," she cried. I held her tight and she began to wrap a bandage on my arm to stop the blood. After that I went back to bed. My dream was horrible.

I saw myself lying in a corner all alone. My boyfriend Jason apeared in a worried look.

"We have to go....Now!" he screamed.

"Why.....why do we have to go??" I questioned him.

"I'll tell you when we're safe!" He screamed pulling me and pulling me.

"Safe from what!" I yelled to him. He said nothing he just kept silent. On the way there I heard screeching and hollering. I looked around and saw the worst thing in the world......canabals! We turned around a corner and he stopped. I looked in front of him and I saw my mom and dad already devored. All that was left of them were their skins and bones but, seperate. I started to cry. I couldn't stop. We soon found out that there was no safe place. Nowhere to hide.....Nowhere to seek. The smell was unberible! Rotten corpse and dead bodies filled the air. The canabals had dieses from the hospital. Some with cancer doing everything to stay alive. I couldn't bare to watch anymore but, I couldn't look away it was like I was stuck. My body was stiff and my brain was paralyzed. I was now their bait.....