Chapter 1: The Nightmares
I woke up panting tremendously, my heart kept beating as if it was about to pop out of my chest, I could feel sweat drops amassing on my forehead and neck. “Another nightmare!;” for the past seven days I have been having the same nightmares of the night my parents died, I was just three years old then, it was a miracle I survived the fatal car wreck, my parents car somersaulted five times then flew over the bridge into the chilled winter river below, I felt myself drowning but then I felt a hand lift me out of water before I passed out but I couldn't figure out what saved me that night.
The horror of that night, which was fifteen years ago kept coming back to me anytime I shut my eyes for even as long as a minute at night, although I loved horror movies I couldn't bare the fright of the nightmares, it made me stay awake through out the night for the past seven days and every remedy I tried seemed futile
By morning, I sluggishly prepared for my firearm's license lessons; I had just graduated from college with a degree in Criminology to become a private detective and writer.
I penned down the nightmare from last night in my diary, went downstairs and met my Uncle at the dinning table with his sandwich filled with slices of bacon and a glass of milk. “Good morning Uncle John.” I said as I sat on the dinning chair and began eating my sandwich
“Are you okay?” Uncle John stopped eating to look at me.
“Yes...am fine.” I muttered with a nod
“But you don't look fine, is anything bothering you?” his voice coming out as merely a whisper.
I bent my face downwards to hide my stressed out eyes. “I have been reading a lot at night” I said, which wasn't entirely a lie cause that was how I spent my sleepless nights. I could sense that he wasn't okay with my answer but he just had to drop the questions, at least for now. I ate my breakfast while my uncle stared at me.
After eating I picked up my face cap which I wore to cover my eyes, by that time by uncle was feasting his eyes on the TV, then a news headline popped up; six men brutally killed by an unknown killer; their bodies were hard to identify all thanks to their merciless killer.
I greeted him goodbye to inform him I was leaving, and without waiting for any reply I left.
At the detective school which I attended, I was like a fatigue patient and my face cap couldn't hide that anymore, Luckily I had a loving and caring best friend- Ivy.
After the first lesson she stopped me before I got inside the learning hall asking. “I suspect there hasn't been any improvement?” I sluggishly nodded to her question.
“That settles it; you have to go home and get a lot of rest, I will handle the rest of your notes, I will come over later in the day to give you tommorow's worksheet and am not taking no for an answer” she said taking my books from me. I would have argued but I really needed that rest, so I accepted, I hugged her to show my appreciation cause I couldn't even hear my voice anymore and left.
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