A nightmare every night meant she should have been sent to a nightmare-free state so she could continue her studies

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She was 16, a kid from a family with four kids, three girls and one boy, and
she had been kicked out of every place but one. She had been kicked out of the
only place she had ever lived. She had been dumped by her parents who had
tried every form of communication they saw that had no effect. She had been
dragged from her parents’ home and thrown into a place she had only ever
dreamed of: the foster system. In the end, they had abandoned her.

A girl who wakes up screaming every night isn’t worth the check. She had had
to sleep with her eyes open so she didn’t forget the nightmare, because her
mother’s panic over a nightmare being able to wake her as soon as she left the
bed made her feel like a monster. A nightmare every night meant she should
have been sent to a nightmare-free state so she could continue her studies

She was 16, a kid from a family with four kids, three girls and one boy, and
she had been kicked out of every place but one. She had been kicked out of the
only place she had ever lived. She had been dumped by her parents who had
tried every form of communication they saw that had no effect. She had been
dragged from her parents’ home and thrown into a place she had only ever
dreamed of: the foster system. In the end, they had abandoned her.

A girl who wakes up screaming every night isn’t worth the check. She had
had to sleep with her eyes open so she didn’t forget the nightmare, because her
mother’s panic over a nightmare being able to wake her as soon as she left the
bed made her feel like a monster. A nightmare every night meant she should
have been sent to a nightmare-free state so she could continue her studies.

It wasn’t like she wanted to sleep with her eyes open. She wanted to wake up
into safety. She wanted to stay safe. She wanted to sleep, with the curtains
drawn.

“I will not have a nightmare. I will not have a nightmare. I will not have
a nightmare.

You want a dream, Connie Elizabeth? A nightmare is where you want to be but
you’re there but you don’t know who you are, what is happening around you, who
you are supposed to be. It’s where you are and you want to go back to your
regular life. You want to wake up with a normal life and have it stop when
it starts. But that’s not where you are.”

Connie Elizabeth’s childhood dream: to never have to sleep.

Her dream had become the nightmare she lived, full of fear and panic. Because
of that she had become one of the worst nightmares to ever see.

For her, her life had consisted of waking up screaming in the middle of the
night. If the nightmare didn’t go on and on until she fell asleep she would
never wake up, no matter how bad the nightmare was-

Her dream had become the nightmare she lived, full of fear and panic.

Because of that she had become one of the worst nightmares to ever see.

For her, her life had consisted of waking up screaming in the middle of the
night. If the nightmare didn’t go on and on until she fell asleep she would
never wake up, no matter how bad the nightmare was-

Connie Elizabeth had been thrown out of most of her classes early on, so she
had been forced to be a night owl.

Now she had been in the foster home for five months where she was the only
one awake. At least it was morning now. The clock said it was 10 am. She
opened her eyes; the light was fuzzy, her heart was banging in her chest.
She couldn’t remember her dreams- maybe it was her stomach- maybe she had just
been sitting motionless, her face in her hands. What was going to happen today?

She tried to move her head to the side; she didn’t want to look at herself in
the mirror. She turned her head to the other side and tried to move her head
to the left- but it didn’t work. She couldn’t move her head. Her head was
immovable, her arms were immovable, and her legs were immovable. All she could
do was stare at the mirror.

“Hello, Connie Elizabeth. How is it going today?” said the little girl with the
whining voice. “Well, I’m going to be very good today – I’m going to turn in my
homework early.”

“Well hello,” snorted Connie Elizabeth. “I’m talking to myself and I don’t make
an effort to sound normal. Where are my friends?”

“Don’t talk to yourself, I’m talking to you. What’s wrong? Do you remember
anything?”

“No,” she said.

“Well, good,” said the voice. “That’s what I thought. This can’t be too bad
could it?”

All Connie Elizabeth could do was stare at the mirror.

“Good!” cried the voice. “Now I know this is going to be a fun day.”

When Connie Elizabeth opened her mouth to say “What?” the voice laughed.

“I’ll tell you later,” she said.

“Oh,” said the voice. “Now I know why I wake up with the cold sweats,” she said.
“Do you think my feet are cold?”

“I don’t know,” said Connie Elizabeth. “Your feet are cold.”

The voice laughed.

“No, they’re not. Do you think my skin is cold?”

“That one,” said the voice, “you’re lying.”

“Well then,” said the voice, “I would like to see your face.”

“I don’t have a face,” said the voice.

“You do now,” said the voice.

When Connie Elizabeth opened her mouth to say “What?” the voice laughed.

“I’ll tell you later,” she said.

“Oh,” said the voice. “Now I know why I wake up with the cold sweats,” she said. “Do you think my feet are cold?”

“I don’t know,” said Connie Elizabeth. “Your feet are cold.”

The voice laughed.

“No, they’re not. Do you think my skin is cold?”

“That one,” said Connie Elizabeth. “You’re lying.”

When Connie Elizabeth opened her mouth to say “What?” the voice laughed.

“I’ll tell you later,” said the voice.

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