NIGHTMARE

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I’ve finally decided to start writing on medium, so here’s my first story for you.

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I woke up to a strange sound, sounded like metal clacking. Dan can’t be back, can he? It’s not Friday; it’s Wednesday. He left two nights ago. It’s definitely nothing. I was probably just hearing things. This is why I hate staying alone.
This time the sound came clearer; it was closer. I’m definitely not dreaming. You can’t panic, Grace. Don’t panic. Take deep breaths. “Who is there?” I said with a voice I couldn’t even recognize. No answer, I pinched myself to confirm if it was a dream. Definitely not a dream, I thought as the pain seared through my forearm.
“I’m armed; you can leave now, I won’t call the police if you do.” My voice sounded better now. Where is this freaking gun when I need it? Ah, yes.
“You have one last chance to leave before I call the police, ” I said with a confidence that didn’t at all match the fear in my heart.
“Haha, you? Call the police? Your phone isn’t even beside you.” He said as he walked in.
“Who are you?” I asked with the gun pointed at him, held with shaky hands.
“I’m your worst nightmare; you’ve finally reached the end.” He said as he walked towards me.
“Please, I’ll give you anything you want, just don’t hurt me. Please,” I said as I walked back to the wall.
“Hurt you?” he chuckled. “I’m definitely going to do more than hurt you”
Those were the words of my stepdad,Tony, as he assaulted me as a child.
“Tony, is that you?” I said with tears in my eyes.
“Who is Tony? Turn around and go down on your knees bitch!”
I couldn’t help but do as he said.
“Good girl, now, this is going to hurt badly.”
“Please, don’t do this,” I whimpered.
“Shhh”
A keychain of a university I couldn’t place flashed in my eyes as he put a knife to my throat.
“Daddy is waiting for you, baby. Tell him hi.”
“Plea-“ I was interrupted by the inability to breathe as he slit my throat with the knife.
Air! Why can’t I breathe? Blood, blood terrifies me. Is this how I die? I thought as I struggled for air.
He used his knife to tear my nightdress and licked his lips.
Hold on, Grace, don’t close your eyes. Please don’t.
He eased into me as my eyes closed, and I surrendered into the dark, cold hands of death. He was indeed my worst nightmare.