I stared out at the dark empty void around me. Literal nothingness for as far as the eye could see, given.. wasn't much considering how dark it was, as well as a thick fog that clung to the air heavily. Except, for a small area around me, a small narrow trail leading to a well. A random well, in the middle of all this nothingness. In all this darkness.. Why?

   The well seemed to call to me, beckoning for me to come closer, and I wanted to. Now staring at it with a confused cocked head, my curious nature begging for me to come closer. To look and see what's down it's entrails. But, as much as my being screamed at me to inspect, it also yelled at me to get as far away as possible. That I shouldn't get anywhere near the well, near whatever could be lingering below.

   I hadn't realized I had been subconsciously inching my way closer, some unknown force pulling me closer. This is stupid, I know better than to go looking down random wells! That's how you get yourself killed, you could fall, you could.. you could find some well monster that'll eat your fucking face. I almost rolled my eyes at myself. I especially knew better than to think such stupid thoughts. But still..

   I forced myself to a stop as I stood just a foot from the seemingly haunted, but still tantalizing well. Something deep down told me it wasn't the well I was so.. drawn too. A small twinge of fear embedded itself in the base of my spine. The twinge increased, morphing into a shudder that rattled up my spine as a low raspy hiss sputtered out, a growl mixed with it in the most bone chilling way. I stopped from going to peer down the well, the thought to turn and run being the first to sound out in my head. I couldn't leave till I looked though, as much as I didn't want to, as much as I was really starting to fear doing so.. My body wouldn't allow me to even turn my head away, not until I looked. I breathed in deeply, letting out a shaky breath. I dubiously place my hand on the side of the well wall, leaning forward to satisfy this absurd curiosity and leave as soon as possible.

   At first, there was nothing. Just like the rest of my surroundings, there was nothing but darkness. My hands were locked into place on the side of the slimy, gritty wall. Clutching it tightly as I tried to push myself away. The longer I stood there the more I felt uneasy. My human instinct to run just screaming at me to move already.

   A low growl sounded out, reaching up and slithering across my very being. Then, then there were two, piercing red eyes that snapped open from the deep depths of the darkness. They stared into my very soul, the shiver of fear I felt earlier was nothing compared to this, this was.. this was like darkness itself had taken form, and had now set its sights on me. What.. in the actual.. Hell.. Maybe they're mad I woke them up.

   The eyes, at first a bright yellowy-red, then darkened, but still they gazed into my soul. This has to be a dream. Okay.. I'd like to wake up now!! Wakey Wakey! I panicked as the eyes slowly drew closer, but no sound of movement was heard, adding even more to the creep factor. I said, wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! My nails dug into the bricks, feeling them grit and chip under the force of my increasing terror. No matter how hard I forced myself to move, to scream or to shout for help, or to wake up, I still only stood there. Not able to move, not able to look away. Just stare back as the eyes continue to crawl their way soundlessly up the well walls.

   Suddenly, the eyes picked up speed, rushing straight at me. Get up! Get the hell up, you worthless fuck! My heart dropped into my stomach as the eyes neared the opening, forcing my eyes shut as I expected what I could only presume was about to be my death.

   I jerked, almost feeling as though I was falling at first. Then, reality kicked it.

"Get the fuck up you, Goddamn, good for nothing, useless twat!" I sat up quickly from bed, rubbing the sleep and panic from my eyes as I realized everything I had just experienced was nothing more than a dream. Nightmare. Too bad, everyday for me is a nightmare. That though, that felt different. I was so much more aware than I've ever been in a dream. I've never felt like that before, and I sure as hell never been that scared before.

"I swear to God, if you're not up and downstairs in the next ten minutes.. Your ass is grass!" I sighed, rethinking that last thought.

"I'm up! I'll be down in just a few." The angry man, or better known as my father, ceased his yelling and pounding on the door. His heavy boots thudding away from the door, as if supposed to scare me into moving quicker. It did, but not as quick as I knew he'd like me to be. He had to be to work soon, sometimes I'd get lucky and he'd already be gone but, today wasn't one of those days. In fairness, I was running later behind schedule than normal too.

   I stopped finger combing my hair, sitting on the edge of my bed as I still tried to wake up. My mind went back to the red eyes that glowed in the ominous void of my nightmare. How the fog both floated but stayed still in the air, how I felt so.. compelled in staying in the first place. The eyes.. were compelling. I'm being ridiculous. It's a dream, I don't get caught up on half the other stupid dreams I have. Yeah, well.. none of them have ever made me feel like that before. I never actually thought I was going to.. die before, in a dream...Whatever.. no point wasting time to dwell over some nightmare. I'm awake, I'm alive.

"I said, move it!" For now.. I got up from the bed, making my way for the tiny bathroom that was connected to my room. Honestly one of the only perks of this household. I did my morning routine, staring in the mirror the whole time I brushed my teeth, my mind wandering back to the eyes that had suddenly infested my mind.

   I shook my head of thoughts, spitting out the toothpaste. I made my way out, heading to the closet that was on the wall my bed was rested along, at the foot of the bed was my closet. Wide and full of what little clothing I did actually own. Which wasn't a lot. I decided on a simple pair of jeans, and a plain gray T-shirt for my outfit today.

"You have exactly thirty seconds to get the hell out of my Goddamn house, and get your ass to school!" I rolled my eyes at his threat, don't get me wrong, I know he'll follow through. He has, and will again. It was the only thing that seems to bring him at least a tiny bit of joy in his miserable God forsaken life. I'm just tired of it. The threats, the harsh treatment I get from my own father.. the beatings. Everyday is a new day in my whole personal little hell. Everywhere I go, everywhere I look there's someone there to cause trouble. To give me shit.

I'm tired of it..