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The projections were inbetween real and fabricated.
Sarah would feel the cold blood of Rochelle’s hand grasping at her neck, the crunch of her wrist when bonnie bent it impossibly backwards, and she would hear Nancy’s laugh echo through the bedroom every night.
It felt very real.
Then she’d wake up.
And suddenly her bones were replaced.
Her neck had no bruise.
And the only sound was the wind throwing her curtains.
But faintly she’d remember it.
Sarah avoided sleeping lately, it was a way for Nancy to torment her. She grew heavy bags underneath her eyes, sleeping for only 30-minute intervals.
But she was starting to feel weaker, soon enough she’d rest. Soon enough Nancy would stab her through the hazed dream world. Soon enough her blood would spill against a shrill blade. Soon enough she’d wake up sweating.
A shiver ran down her spine.
Sarah shook herself awake , blinking away all she could.
Tonight she’d try her best to stay awake.
She had to.
She blinked slowly, looking at the homework that once surrounded her now covered with white ribbons and candle wax.
She had to.
Her head felt heavy. Like it would fall off.
She needed to.
She shut her eyes gently, perhaps she’d just rest them for a second, the burden of sleep tore at them and dragged across all her muscles.
She…
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Her head hit her desk with a clunk, her eyes widened.
Was she awake? Asleep? Dreaming?
She assessed what situated around her, from a glance it was her room, windows open, paper scattered, sheets in dismay.
But as her eyes searched, she found errors.
Her hazy mind was not able to create a detailed room at this point, she had deprived herself of rest for days.
Paper clung to itself, like it was the wrong material. The lighting seemed off, hitting from multiple directions, casting shadows in illogical ways.
A dream.
She had fallen asleep.
Shit.
Sarah grabbed her skull, she could feel the slight contact, she sat herself up.
A cackling rang like a cat’s hiss from outside her window.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
She knew, she wouldnt let Sarah ever rest. Sarah couldn’t let her guard down. Still she did.
SHIT.
“Hi Sarah~” Nancy’s raspy voice taunted from an unidentifiable location, it reflected, bounced, echoed, and seemed to be emitting both much too loud and much too quiet.
Sarah spun around, her head hurt. She held out her hands, ready to grab, to fight. She darted her eyes around the dream room.
“Where are you?” Sarah hissed, she knocked things over on her desk as she became frustrated.
A tap knocked at her shallow shoulder, Sarah spun to meet the direction of the contact, expecting to see Nancy’s pearly and malicious grin.
Nothing. She huffed.
“Stop fucking playing with me Nancy.”
Another omnipresent laugh flooded the room.
Sarah’s body turned constantly, desperate to not let Nancy get her from behind, to not feel the steel of the knife in her spine.
“I said stop it.” Sarah didn't shout it. She barely shouted. There was no need when Nancy had found herself…everywhere. All she did was command.
The laugh became louder first, then quiet.
Dead quiet.
Sarah waited, darting her gaze between all empty corners of her hazy room. Her hands flexed.
Something then grabbed her by the waist, digging its cold nails into her flesh.
Sarah yelled in fear, before whipping around and returning to anger.
She punched the figure within the eyes, it was Nancy.
Nancy groaned and released her grip on Sarah’s waist, blood gathering in her nose as she stumbled backwards.
“I can wake up.” Sarah huffed through her gritted teeth.
Nancy growled, letting out a loud cry as she threw herself at Sarah. She missed most of her blows as Sarah returned the favor, the noise of grunting and screaming running through the hollow room.
Sarah pinned Nancy to the ground, laying several blows on her before Nancy kicked her in the stomach.
“Fuck-!”
She clutched her gut, holding with her other hand Nancy by the neck as she locked her legs around Nancy’s. Nancy growled and spat.
“Its my dream.” Sarah cursed.
“Its my projection.” Nancy said smiling, blood shining along her white teeth and large gums.
Sarah grunted through her teeth, adjusting herself to pin down Nancy more, her hand moving from her gut to Nancy’s hands. She clawed at Nancy’s arms, hoisting them far above Nancy’s head.
“Bitch.” Nancy huffed as she thrashed.
“Maniac.” Sarah responded, leaning into Nancy to get a look at her.
She looked accurate because Nancy was real, the only real things in the room were themselves, not including their blood. She could knock out on of Nancy’s teeth right now and the next day at school she’d still wear a shit eating smile.
“You done gawking Sarah?” Nancy spat, trying to move her legs out from under Sarah, jabbing her knee like the end of a bayonet to Sarah’s inner thigh.
Sarah gasped and pressed Nancy’s wrists further down with a squeeze. “Stop fucking moving.”
They huffed, breathing unevenly and loudly, staring at eachother with malice that tightened their pupils. Nancy’s teeth remained bared, like a wild animal. Sarah wanted to feel some sympathy within her hate, but she was livid. Weeks of sleep deprivation and torment flashing through her mind.
Nancy thrashed and tried to free herself, pissed that her attempt at punishment was being thrown out from under her.
Sarah huffed and leaned in closer to Nancy, attempting to use her entire bodyweight to hold her down. “This isnt real.” She muttered to herself.
Nancy giggled , her voice still echoed like it came from every direction. She licked some of the blood off of her teeth. “Its real until you wake up.”
They stared at eachother again, breathing with intense labor that clung to their lungs. Sarah stared at Nancy, loosening her grip on Nancy’s wrists.
Something between them clicked, sputtered like smoke from an old rusted gun and clicked.
Sarah hurriedly kissed Nancy, fueled with frustration as she gasped into Nancy’s mouth.
Nancy accepted it,
infact
she almost welcomed it.
She clenched her hands under Sarah’s grip and let her mouth spill like ashes as Sarah was the wind that blew them. She pressed her tongue into Sarah’s mouth with little apology.
Sarah let out a muffled gasp, breaking away. She felt everything. She felt everything through the hazy dream. Lucid. That was the word.
Sarah looked at Nancy, tasting her blood in her mouth. She huffed now, not from the fighting. Her chest rising and falling.
Nancy writhed, pressing her hips up into Sarah’s.
That was all it took.
Within seconds, Sarah released her grip on Nancy’s wrists and slid back into her mouth, kissing her hazily as Nancy reached up to grab at all of Sarah’s skin that she could fit within her grasp.
Sarah groaned, adjusting herself to straddle Nancy lightly. Nancy pulled at Sarah’s hips, grinding her into the cloth of her black dress.
Sarah sputtered a gasp as she pressed her brows together, teeth gritting.
Her body convulsed, muscles trembling as details of the room disintegrated , focusing on only Nancy.
Nancy lived for it.
She pressed Sarah’s core to her thigh, the feeling of her jeans digging into her skin.
Sarah groaned, her throat rumbling unevenly. She hissed in air as she grabbed Nancy by the hair. Causing Nancy to emit a broken breathy laugh.
She began to help Nancy, grinding herself down on her thigh like it was real. Like the slick that she felt building between her legs wasnt just an absent reflection her dream was making.
She pulled Nancy into another kiss, like a confession. Silent. But all she needed to say was made with her tongue. Nancy ran her hands up Sarah’s shirt, clawing at her skin gently and running up her back.
Nancy traced pentagrams, sigils, initials into Sarah’s skin. Soft at first, but she began to dig.
Her nails drew blood as she wrote a crimson “N” onto Sarah’s back.
Sarah cried, pressing her core to Nancy’s leg, thr feeling of her blood running down her back like a vile snake.
She gripped Nancy’s scalp, her jeans feeling insufferable to wear.
Her heart thudded in her chest, she threw her head back as she pressed her own knee into Nancy’s heat.
It was welcomed with a kiss, the sound of grunts turning to long drawn moans.
It was all too good, everything was felt, every astral touch and scratch.
Sarah gasped as she felt her mind slip, her eyes drawing heavy. The sound of their need slowly being drowned out. Everything met the haze of the dream.
Something was happening, it was slipping away.
She woke up with a sudden jolt.
Sarah gasped, flying to sit up as she grabbed her heart before it hammered straight through her chest.
She looked at her room, empty.
No sign of Nancy.
She stood shakily to her feet, rushing to her mirror as she removed her shirt.
Her back was bear and smooth, no scratches adorned her. No blood dripped down her spine. Empty.
Still, the noisy feeling of Nancy’s nails dragging down her skin was embedded in her mind.
She found herself hoping to fall asleep again.