Something Is Changing In Me

Since I am still expected to attend high school, I attended the first day of the new year. Now way back when I chose my courses and such, I was actually excited about them, but now it's just another class. 

I walked the hallways in the morning just in the sake of wandering and every time I passed someone, I found that each of them was glaring at me with a murderous intent written across their faces. I wondered at first if I had done something. Then I thought about the possibility of The Rake distorting my vision.

It may be making me think that everyone is hating me. Uh... Paranoia, that's it. That's what The Rake has given me. I'm being paranoid about the people around me. It's making me feel like I can't trust them.

I didn't know that The Rake was capable of doing this. I'm getting even more scared. I'm not safe anywhere, it seems. I fear what sort of thing it'll do to me next. I just want it to go away. I never wanted this. I never did. 

I'm slowly going insane.

I saw it again last night.

The Rake outstretched his arm and I just focused on it's glistening eyes. Then I immediately fell asleep because that was the last thing I saw before my dream.

This dream felt so vivid though. I could have easily mistaken it for real life, but I just knew it wasn't reality.

I sit in a grungy room staring at the wall. The walls were concrete and the door was a type of metal, but it had dents in it from someone trying to get out. Then the door opens and I crawl out into the dusty hallway. I realize that I'm underground because the walls are dirt. I'm in a tunnel. I pick myself up and stumble along leaning on the wall until I find another door. I open the door and the dirt room is covered in blood spatters. Dead bodies lay strewn across the floor, their entrails gutted out of them. I gulp, trying not to vomit. There's a door on the other end of the room, and I figure that there's no other way but to walk among the bodies.

I step into the room and feel blood squelch under my feet. The feeling sends shivers up my spine but I continue on. The smell infiltrates my lungs, making me feel like I'm drowning in the stench of rotting flesh. Finally I make it across the room. I push open the next door and all I could see was complete and utter darkness. I begin to wish that I had a light of some sort. Regardless, I enter the next room anyway. As I take my first step, I feel weird.

I'm falling. 

Then I woke up in a sweat. 

This is getting out of hand. I want to stop this all. I need to talk to The Rake once more.