"Get me out of here." I whispered to myself for the thousandth time in just the three hours that I've been stuck in this small, dark, damp, building. It smelled of mold and like someone might have died in here not too long ago. I rubbed the swollen part of the back of my head again. Thankfully, it wasn't getting bigger. Those bastards threw me in here with a bag over my head but the bag didn't act as any kind of cushioning when my head slammed into the hard concert wall. The only window was about seven feet above me. There wasn't one slick of furniture in the room to stand on so there was no way I could reach the window to try to escape. It was useless to even think about. I was stuck in here. I stood up and instantly regretted it. The room spun causing me to lean up against the cold wall for support. I closed my eyes to steady myself. When I opened them I breathed a sigh of relief and began pacing the small room. My legs felt a little bit wobbly but I couldn't stand just sitting around doing nothing. I paced for about twenty minutes before I heard a loan moaning noise coming from behind one of the walls. Was there another room next to mine and was there another prisoner like me? I put my ear up to the wall and heard the moan again. "Hey!" I screamed and pounded on wall with my fists. "Hey, is someone there? Help!" I listened but there was no response. The moaning stopped and was replaced with a high pitched shrill. I dropped to my knees and covered my hands over my ears. After a long sixty seconds passed the noise stopped. I uncovered my ears and stood back up. I stared at the wall and noticed it was cracking. I stepped back just in time for the wall to collapse and a huge alien like creature to step in and stand before me. It was skinny but it's head was huge. It's eyes were sunken so deep into it's head, it didn't even have a nose, and it's mouth was all teeth. Or fangs I could say. The whole creature emitted a yellow color gas that smelt like rain. It raised a skinny hand toward me with his palm upward. For some reason I wasn't afraid and I took his hand greedily. The creature let out another high pitched shrill and then ran through the way it came, dragging me along. The funny thing was I didn't see any sign of the people who kidnapped me and the other was the creature seemed to know it's way through all the long hallways. The creature dragged me into another room which only had a bed and a tv in it. "Are we safe now?" I asked the creature but it said nothing. It stared at me for a long time before it open it's mouth and a long slimy tentacle came out of it and wrapped around my throat. It squeezed tighter and tighter then threw me onto the bed. I heaved for air but before I could catch my breath the creature was on top of me and pinning my arms and legs down with multiple tentacles coming from it's mouth. Before I even could guess what was happening the creature was tearing my clothes into shreds. "NO!" I screamed as loud as I could. "Get off of me! You bastard!" Tears ran down my cheeks like waterfalls. "God, save me please!"
"Get me out of here." I whispered to myself for the thousandth time in just the three years that I've been stuck in this large, bright, crowed hospital. I hated this place. I wanted to go home but mom told me I couldn't because of my mind. Every time I dream, the dream comes true in a way. If I dream that I was punched in the mouth, I would wake up with a split lip, If I dreamed I was hiking, tripped, and then broke my leg, I would wake up with a broken leg. I had to stay in the hospital in case I ever dreamed I was shot or died the doctor's could work on my immediately. When I woke up just now, the doctor's came into my room and ran some tests on me. When they came back into the room hours and hours later, they told me I was pregnant. My family raised me catholic and I am 100% pro-life but if I have a alien growing inside me, I wondered if it was okay to have an abortion. I hated my mind. I wish someone would get me out of my mind.