This Nightmare

She lays down at a quarter 'til 11,
on the soft pillows is where she places her head.
All she wants is a good nights rest,
but she hears a loud noise as she gets into bed.

This alarms her, makes her gasp,
"what was that?", she says to herself.
She stops and thinks,
and grabs the shiny gun on the shelf.

He taught her to use it right before he left,
because he had to go away.
But she didn't think she'd have to use it,
on a day like today.

The sun had shone,
the weather had been great.
That doesn't mean anything,
for tonight will decide her own fate.

She creeps towards the bedroom door,
and slowly opens it.
She walks to the top of the stairs,
a sees a man with a ciggarette lit.

He's a dark, brooding figure,
he could take her down without a thought.
She knew this in her head,
and prays she's not caught.

He moves down the hall,
and she walks down the stairs.
Her tiny frame doesn't make a sound,
she's ready with the thing she bares.

She makes an attempt to follow him,
and he's got no clue.
He's about to get a surprise,
from her little friend she called "blue".

"Oh, no", she says quietly,
she can't find him anymore.
What is he looking for,
while giving himself the grand tour?

She keeps moving,
in an attempt to stay alive.
That's all she can focus on,
is how to survive.

Out of nowhere,
she's grabbed from behind.
He found what he was searching for,
it was her he did find.

She was kicking and screaming,
this reaction is to be expected.
To try and break free,
is how she is affected.

"Shit", she says in her head,
because he's made her drop her gun.
"Don't worry", he says in a dark, raspy voice,
"I just wanna have some fun."

He forces her to go upstairs,
to her lit up bedroom.
When the door is closed,
it causes a big boom.

He pushes her down,
starts removing the things she wears.
She lets out another gasp,
as she wakes up from this nightmare.

Briana Coulter
06/28/08