I don’t know if it’s just my anticipation for having Robert come home from college or what, but I woke up this morning crying because of this awful dream I had last night. I think it was a dream of me living in some kind of hut in the jungle. It was really weird. I was wearing this old time Spanish looking dress and sleeping on a pallet.
This older man and I, I guess he was supposed to be my dad, were asleep when a noise woke me up. Someone was pounding on the door of our tiny house. I didn’t know what was happening so I just pulled my blankets up and crouched against the wall. The old man rushed to the door and braced himself against it. Whoever was trying to get in, he knew they were going to hurt us.
I was freaking out, yelling at him to tell me what was going on. I kept asking him what was happening and what they wanted with us, but he just told me to hide over and over again. He said they’d take me if I didn’t hide. I was so scared I couldn’t even move. I just kept huddling on my bed and crying.
When the door started to break, the old man screamed at me to hide again. He looked so terrified that I finally got the courage to jump off the bed. I ran for the only big piece of furniture in the little house. It was a big wooden cupboard that was just high enough off the ground to let me slip under it. I curled up on the floor, tucking in every part of me and tried to shut out the sounds around me. It didn’t work, though. I could still hear the banging, the splintering wood, and the old man yelling for someone to help us.
Suddenly, I heard the door break, and the men outside ran in, demanding the old man give me to them. I had to cover my mouth to keep them from hearing me crying. The old man told them to get out of our house, but they didn’t listen. They pushed past him and started ransacking the house. They knocked over chairs and tossed the bed I had been sleeping in as they searched for me. I could hear the old man’s voice as they searched, begging them to leave and threatening to kill them if they didn’t. He was an old man, though. They just laughed at him and pushed him out of their way.
He went back to begging then, telling them I was all he had left. They didn’t care. They kept saying I belonged to the gods, not him. I had no idea what they were talking about but they were acting so insane that I knew they were going to kill me.
I think one of them figured out where I was then because I saw someone’s feet running toward me. The old man tried to stop him, but someone else hit him with something. I could hear the bone crack. I screamed when he fell down in front of me. Blood poured off his face, making me feel like I was going to puke. I had forgotten the men around me because of the blood, but they hadn’t forgotten me.
Hands grabbed me and yanked at me. I screamed as I tried to wriggle out of their grasp, but I wasn't strong enough. It only took a few seconds before they pulled me out and grabbed my arms and legs. I begged them to let go of me.
Nobody listened to me.
They threw a bag over my head and pulled it down until I was completely covered. The dust from the bag made me cough so hard I couldn’t scream anymore. The last thing I remembered before waking up in my bed was blinding pain as someone hit me over the head.
I was so scared after I woke up that I couldn’t go back to sleep. I was a zombie all day today. I really hope I get a better night’s sleep tonight. Robert will be home soon and I don’t want to be a tired grouch for his visit. He loves to tease me about stuff like that.