C.T. prologue

I stood there in horror, aghast at the creature in front of me, she looked like a female version of Frankenstein's monster. Her skin was all patched up, but of different colors, red, blue, gray, brown, yellow, orange, and just about any other color. her eyes were mismatched green and purple and she wore baggy patched clothes as well, and her mouth was sewn into a sick twisted smile as blood leaked out the corners of it, slowly driveling down her chin to her neck. she hissed as she took a staggering step forward, a long bloody scythe held in her hands as she whispered something in a voice that sounded like sandpaper, making my ears ache as i winced, not questioning how she could talk without moving her lips as i started backing into a corner, probably the biggest mistake of my life. She stared at me for a moment, her purple and green eyes boring into mine as she slowly raised her scythe. I closed my eyes and braced for the impact, biting my lip as things of my past ran through my head like a rewinding video tape as my heart raced and my head throbbed as i felt weak and dizzy, whispering my last prayer to myself. Everything was moving so slow. she suddenly said something again, this time more distinguishable.

"C.T. wants to be real."

I heard the scythe whistle through the air, feeling the sharp cold metal slice in my neck, hitting my spine harshly and snapping it, my head falling off and rolling to the ground, my body collapsing after it.

I suddenly shot up screaming, my hand on my neck and my eyes darting around wildly, only to find myself in my room. I took deep breaths as i tried to control my racing heart, laying down, mumbling things to myself. It was just another nightmare, another stupid nightmare about that girl.......creature....WHATEVER it was... I shook my head, trying to clear myself of the haunting image, before looking at the mirror, my eyes going wide with shock as i read the words on it.

"C.T. wants to be real."