I Dreamed of Nothing.

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She awakened from a dream that was only a blanket of darkness. Tired, she sat up and stood on the cold floor in her cold room and left her bedroom. Holding in her arms a broken marionette doll, the creaks of the floorboards were comforting to her ears. Down the staircase with one hand on the dusty railing, she can hear the sweet romantic poetry coming out of her fathers lips and going through her mothers ears. She ignored it like she always did and walked out the back door, slamming it shut behind her, her mind blank of any thoughts that felt strange to her.

To not dream of death was a nightmare to the mind. To awaken in her bed with no ounce of fear of comfort of silence felt like torture. She walked through the deafening cemetery while her hands shook and her mind wallowed. Tears cascaded from her solace eyes and down her pale cold cheeks, she wiped it away with her black sleeve and continued walking.

The cemetery always calmed her down, but now there was nothing. She came to a dead oak tree that was free of life, its branches stretched outwards as if it tried to grasp something. The only notable thing was the strings attached along each branch, attaching itself around each neck of smiling dolls with dry hair and pale skin.

She leaned against the dead tree and slipped down against the ground, the white dense fog dispersed around her and came in as if to hold her, she sighed and closed her eyes. The images of nothing blinked in her mind and she opened her eyes with a silent gasp of surprise. Her body shook again from the thought, the images and inside she cried as she clutched her shirt tightly in between her fingers.

"Wednesday, are you alright?" The sweet soft voice of her mother shocked her out of her stupor. She looked up and found her mothers worried lines while she looked down at her terrified daughter. Wednesday nodded and sat upright, wiping the escaped tears. Morticia noted how her daughters fingers shook and squeezed her marionette doll, and the way she wiped the tears from her face.

She bent down and placed her long spidery hand against Wednesday's, "Are you sure? You can tell me anything," Morticia said, Wednesday bit her lip and leaped from the ground and into her mothers awaiting arms.

"There really isn't nothing to tell," Wednesday whispered.

Morticia frowned and combed her fingers against Wednesday's black hair, "If you say so." She hugged her tighter and they both stood up from the ground and the thickening fog. They both walked back inside the house. Wednesday immediately went back up into her bedroom and laid on her bed with her doll, curling up into a ball and stared at the wall with tears threatening to fall.

A knock broke her from her thinning thoughts, she wiped her eyes and sat up. "Who is it?" She asked, her voice slightly cracked.

"It's me Pugsley," Her brother said.

Wednesday sighed, "Come in." He opened the door and frowned at the state his sister was in. The way her hair wasn't so straight and seemed a bit disheveled, and her eyes were darker in distress while her body visibly shook.

"Are you alright?" He asked as he closed the bedroom door behind him.

She grimaced at his question. "Why is everyone asking me that?" She wondered, even though her mother was trying to help.

He shrugged his shoulders, "I was just asking Wednesday," He replied.

Silence wavered in the room and the thoughts running through Wednesday's mind continued to bother her. She quickly got off the bed and dropped her marionette dol and hugged her brother. He held her back while tears stained his black and white shirt.

"I dreamed of nothing, and it was terrifying."

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The End.