Knees pain

Knees Pain I wake from a nightmare of extreme discomfort.I look over to where my knees are pointing with such precision, as if they were made for each other. My hips sink slightly under the bed, and as it's too full for me to lie down comfortably, I roll over onto my stomach.My hands slide into the cuffs holding them in place.My neck and face have no color since I laid down, but they're still a soft paleness to them. The room is pitch black except for the light of a candle nearby that casts dark shadows on the walls. The only thing filling this room is the warm glow of the single flame burning brightly above us. We're sleeping on the floor below our father's house. On top of his old wooden coffin sat the family he'd built up from those who lost their lives during WWII. He'd been living there for fifty years before he died, but it was like nothing else existed anywhere else in the world. It was what we called home at times, but now it wasn't. The darkness had taken its toll, leaving the foundation of my entire life behind. A broken person's life was all that occupied my mind, thoughts, and emotions now. Our home. A place full of death. If he went back to sleep I don't know what happened but the thought of him being okay never entered my head. All I knew was that I couldn't bear to be awake until the sun rose again. This bed was one that would stay locked up forever. Every night spent looking out my window, hoping for an early morning light. Even when I do admit that I feel better sleeping at last. Although I'm not sure why I do feel more peaceful or comfortable. I've always taken comfort in being alone, always found peace in solitude because no one else would understand me but myself. But tonight everything changed. When I look around, it seems that everyone has left me on my own. There's nobody to help us in our need to feel safe and secure again. They leave us alone and scared of what could happen to us but they never show you what could happen to them. No one can hurt us, no one can go after us. I mean they have.but not here. Just outside the front door they stand watchfully as if waiting for something bad to happen. Or maybe that just makes sense.I guess I should take my time in thinking about this strange place we call home, but even having that thought scares me, afraid that someone will find me and kill me. Then what will become of our mother?

I lay down again on the hard floor. It's almost midnight but there's enough daylight from the candle that I can see straight ahead. Above my head, clouds slowly begin moving down the sky. Maybe I should try to get up anyway. I sit up quickly to reach the kitchen but my feet are too heavy. As soon as I touch the solid surface I tremble as though my feet have fallen on hot coals. My heart races. Something feels wrong. I walk past the door to the bathroom. Inhale and exhale deeply. Not one breath of air passes by between these two chambers. Nothing. Nobody is in there. I close the toilet door before opening it fully. That same feeling of not being able to breathe came rushing through my veins. Now we do have lights outside, but the candle is far from strong enough to light the space around me. I close the door and turn away into the hallway, but I hear screaming coming from the bedroom. "Help! Help!" I look toward the doorway, my footsteps echo off the walls as well as all around me. Before I have reached the second-floor landing I see her standing there, naked and terrified. She's covered in blood and crying for help. Her hands are tied with ropes that I can make out by now. It looks just like she grabbed hold of an empty wine bottle and threw it at her. With tears dripping from her eyes she collapses on the ground in my direction, begging for help and sobbing. "Please! Help me." I approach where she lies next to the open bedroom door, then suddenly I hear a voice. It was loud and quick. It sounded somewhat familiar, like a whisper, though somehow it didn't sound male. I take a step back, trying to catch my breath, and stare silently outside. One moment I hear the whispering, then silence. Suddenly a burst of static fills the area. People scream. It's too late to move and I can't help but freeze up in terror as the noise continues. At least ten people are yelling at whoever cursed them, the voices screaming at each other like nothing else matters. Someone steps close to the door. He takes a few deep breaths and stares right through me.I watch on as he hesitates with his hand on his earpiece. His face doesn't change as he tries to clear his throat as much as possible, but instead of answering, he turns his attention to the rest of us. We have been watching him as he struggles to explain what's happening, and yet still, we haven't found any way out of this situation. How can anyone survive like this? He asks quietly. Who amongst us can do anything to help? He gestures towards me without saying anything. It is then that we realize why this man is so upset-he knows why we're there. He told us. You see.He'd found what he was looking for.what he wanted-we are.