Feeling I had a cold coming on I decided to stay in...
Chapter Ten...Feeling I had a cold coming on I decided to stay in. My head was banging. Feeling exhausted and miserable, I went in search of the hot-water bottle and curled up with it on the settee. Sherry my dog was lying by me, sleeping soundly. Relaxed I fell asleep...to be woken by mum and dad coming in from the pub.
"Wot's up wi' thee? Do yer not feel any better? Come on get yer sen off ter bed: it's nearing midneet." All at once I felt like Daddy's little girl: if one of us felt poorly he sympathised. But I wanted to stay where I was. I felt safe and secure. The fire was still ablaze, giving off its much-needed warmth. Shivering with the coldness of my room, it wasn't long before I was in bed trying to get warm. The sheets were so cold. I was out like a light.
It came to me again, that voice from the pits of hell, getting into my head with its cruel games.
"Open your eyes," it demanded.
"But I don't want to. I'm to afraid," I was saying back. "Wake me up... wake me up..." Where was the voice of protection? I couldn't hear him.
"I need you," I was pleading.
"Open your eyes, and look at the door," the voice said.
Once again I was being subjected to its orders. As I sat up in a trance like state, I turned my head ever so slowly. He was there, standing by my door that I still kept ajar. He was laughing at me with contempt. His presence was menacing, threatening. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak, I was frozen with its image ... I could only look on as he disappeared.