likemapquest (likemapquest) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-11-05 23:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | molly walker |
Who: Molly Walker.
What: Narrative in response to this.
When: Nighttime, a regular child’s bedtime and Molly (ruefully) collapses in her room.
Where: Her hotel room at the Hyperion.
Rating: Soft R to hard PG-15.
Status: Complete.
As soon as her head hit the plush, white pillow Molly’s eyes shut and her body went limp. Avoiding sleep for so long only meant her body was that more vulnerable to a crash. And that’s exactly what this was: A crash. Her dreams started the same way they always did. Something nice and peaceful that lulled the clairvoyant child into a false sense of security. She might of known the rouse whilst awake, but asleep? Asleep she’s susceptible to enjoying her slumber of unicorns, rainbows, Johnny Depp as his alter ego in Pirates of the Caribbean eating Strawberry ice cream with her after school…for a while, she was at peace and maybe, just maybe, the Nightmare Man would leave her be.
The scene always changed right when she was relaxed and in that oh-so comfortable position in her bed where everything was just right. Rainbows soon turned to darkness and her celebrity crush soon dissolved into a gray skinned corpse, falling limp on the ground. Oh, she screamed, but that never did her any good. The ice cream shop soon turned into alley way after alley way, all decayed walls lined with various half-naked corpses and rats and cockroaches. The rats attacked her ankles causing tears to sting her eyes.
She looked around and all the people that were smiling and jovial in her perfectly innocent, childlike dream, too, became corpses…except their eyes? Their eyes moved, following each step she took. And for those who had no eyes, they still had their heads, and those heads followed each step she took.
The sounds, though…this was different. The Nightmare Man never used sound effects. It was always quiet, save for people speaking. Footsteps running closer and closer, hot breath on her neck and sirens and—
As the sounds grew louder it caused her to double over on the wet, rat covered ground. Each vermin crawled all over her small frame, causing her palm covered ears to momentarily go unprotected as her tiny hands try to push them away, only to be clawed and bitten more vigorously. “Stop!” She demanded, staggering as she stood up, her clothes ruined and sullied. The corpses seem to itch closer and closer, the walls seemingly caving in all around her, and try as Molly might to shut her eyes and wake up? The second she opened her eyes was when everything seemed bigger, closer and far more real than before.
A skeleton hand laid itself on her shoulder, causing her to jump, releasing another blood curling scream. The hand didn’t let go and when she stumbled, the rats leapt on her back, digging their teeth in her shoulder.
Unlike some children, Molly wasn’t afraid to sob her heart out when the occasion called for it. This occasion definitely called for it.
During her escapades with the rats she noticed a single medallion in her hand. Clutching it tightly, she held on, as if it were her only hope for sanity. She must’ve accidently snatched it when she was fighting for her life—she didn’t know, didn’t care!—all she knew was when she picked it up; the alley way vanished to the opening doors of the hotel she was staying in.
She couldn’t reach the knob.
She tried and tried and tried again, but nothing worked. Every time she stretched her arms the door would grow. Sweat covered her forehead in little beads as it soon made her light brown hair tangled and damp. Over and over again she reached up, only to have the knob grow. And it’s only when more rats came, bigger in size and numbers this time, did she clutch her green medallion to her chest, just as soon as a particularly humungous one came hurling at her, all fangs and claws, did she find herself in her hotel room in tangled sheets screaming until her throat hurt.