Marco was back and rhe family had a quiet dinner. Now they were going to their rooms to sleep. Even though the boys were really scared to sleep alone, they didn't complain and bravely agreed to sleep in their own rooms. Jayden was sitting on his bed with amulet between his fingers. It was not cold as it was once but it still was a degree lower than human temperature. The room was really cold so Jayden decided to minimize the air conditioner. It was still cold so he wrapped himself in a warm blanket and made himself comfortable on the bed.
Jayden could smell a sweet rotten smell in his dream. He didn't know how it was possible for him to smell while sleeping but he could smell the rottening smell which was becoming stronger and stronger. He gagged several times before waking up from his sleep. The smell was not a part of his dream but the reality. He coughed and placed a towel on his nose to block the smell. It didn't help him at all. The smell seemed to be coming from each and every thing. He sat there, in the middle of night for a long time when the smell finally died. He laid his head on the soft pillow and closed his eyes which were itching with tiredness and sleep. He fell asleep almost instantly but he was feeling colder and colder. He was shrinking in his sleep until finally, he became a ball. But that didn't help him. He was shivering and he woke up once again. He felt around for the blanket but couldn't find it so he sat up and switched on his bed lamp. To his surprise, his blanket was on the chair of the study table. Bewildered, he got up and snatched his blanket. He wrapped himself in it and now there was no sign of sleep in his eyes. He didn't switch off his bed lamp which didn't help him in any way. It, in fact, scared him even more The room was glowing in light blue Florence with a very small radius. The whole room was bot fully lit and the blue light made him see funny shapes here and there. Tired and scared of this, Jayden turned towards the wall and lay there, motionless.
And then he saw it. First sign of something bad, not that he knew it. There were shadows on the wall. He could make out one as a man's shadow. They were swaying in there spot. He closed his eyes tightly and repeated -
'It's in my dream. When I wake up, there won't be anything on the wall, ' several times in his head. He opened his eyes slowly but the shadows didn't disappear. He slowly turned his head to see who it was. But the room was empty except for him. He blinked several times and he heard a soft laugh about two feet away from him. He covered himself in the blanket, sweating cold sweat and shivering. He shut his eyes tightly even though all he could see was the inside of blanket.
He was praying with all his might. He was concentrating with the last particle of his brain. He was praying for the night to end and for the dawn to break. He was praying for, whoever it was, to go away. He was praying unlike he ever have prayed. His eyes were still shut, the blanket still covered him from head to toe. It was now very hot inside the blanket. He was sweating and kinda suffocating but he didn't remove the blanket. In fact, he didn't even move a millimeter.
He shot up straight as soon as his alarm rang. He might have dozed off while praying. He looked around the room. Nothing was out of ordinary. But he had seen shadows and smelt the horrible rottening smell. Hr knew he was awake at that time as his bed lamp was still on. He switched it off as it was useless with the golden light coming in from the window. He sat on the bed for a good ten minutes before actually moving. He opened his closet to choose the outfit for the day. In the mirror, he saw the chair moving from its place. He couldn't see where it was so he turned around to see. It was positioned on his door handle, preventing it from moving. His heart was beating against his chest, struggling to pop out. He walked towards the door to remove the chair.
CRASH! He didn't know what had happened. His head was hurting and there was something warm oozing from his head, temporarily blinding his right eye. He touched his wound and it was sticky. He saw that his fingers were covered with blood. The door slammed open and Marco was standing in the threshold.
"Jayden, what happened to you? " He shouted and he helped him stand.
"I don't think I can walk! " He said weakly. His vision was funny and his head was spinning. Marco carried him to his bed and picked the towel that was laying on the bed. He used it to stop the bleeding. But it was no luck. The towel was soaked in the blood.
"JANE! "Marco shouted, "CALL AN AMBULANCE! JAYDEN IS BLEEDING! "
"Dad please don't shout. It makes my head hurt more. " Jayden said, wincing slightly.
"It's alright sweetheart, you will be okay. Everything will be fine! " Marco said, throwing the towel he was holding and grabbing another from the closet.
"They will be here in a few minutes, " Jane entered the room. She glanced at her son and the color if her face was replaced by paleness. Even her lips were pale. "I think we should take him in the car. "
"No. One of us has to stay with Braylan and he is not in a position to sit. " Marco said. Then he turned towards Jayden and "Be strong buddy. They will be here and you will be alright. " The rest was a blur. Jayden remembered being transferred to a stretcher and he was carried down the stairs, in the ambulance. A nurse was checking his pulse rate, heartbeat and breathe rate while other was trying to clean his wound and stop the bleeding. Marco was sitting with him in the ambulance and the nurse who was cleaning his wound informed him-
"He will need stitches and there are a few wood sticks penetrated in the wound. " Marco was paler than he had ever seen him. All he managed to do was grab his hand in a reassuring way. He nodded at the nurse to show that he understood her.
Jayden could feel himself going blank. Even though he was laid on a stretcher, he felt like he was walking or running. There was no energy in him and he finally let go of himself into a darkness so deep where no one and nothing could get him. There was nothing to worry about. Just the darkness that surrounded him from all the directions. He wasn't afraid to be in this darkness. It wasn't cold and scary. On the contrary, it was warm and pleasant. He didn't want to wake up from this oblivion. He wanted to stay here and he stayed there for a long time.