My Night, My Nightmare-Personal Narrative

Since an early age, my nights are restless. It was common to wake up screaming in the middle of the night. I tried to pretend that I was okay. That nothing was happening. That my imagination made up everything that I saw. I spent hours and hours awake, staring at the dark ceiling of my old house. Embraced by the dark, my worst enemy. I still do not know what I was expecting to see. Night by night, I would not sleep. Maybe I was just afraid that my nightmares would become real and haunt me when I was awake.

“What was that?” I asked my mother every time that something made a little noise. “Nothing, honey. Come back to sleep”. She did not know. At 3 AM, I had not slept even one minute. I dreamed with strange shapes and terrifying situations. I did not know where they came from. All that I wanted was they to go away. However,

I was shaking so hard that the bed creaked. I tried to stop making noise because whatever was outside would hear me and come into my room. I was still hoping that was a bad dream and that I would wake up and then everything would be fine. My heart was beating so fast that it was hard to breathe. The sound continued and grew louder and louder, until the screams and bangs became deafening. “Not again, please, not again”, I told myself in tears. Abruptly, my blanket was pulled out from my body. It was real.

My nightmare was there, right in front of me, looking me with red, sharp eyes. His look entered my soul and made me shiver again. For a moment, I could not do anything. I was paralyzed. I found strength to do something. I yelled so loud that I choked. “SOMEBODY HELP ME”. He stepped up towards me. His arms pulled me and threw me on the ground. He covered my mouth with the pillow and hit my head on the baseboard of my bed. I tried to get up but he punched me in the face and I fell again. He kicked me several times until I could not breathe. I saw blood