Chapter 4 Nightmare

Episode three

Written by Timmy

(Nightmare)

Kiara jerked off the bed immediately, her eyes wide open. It was this same dream every time, the one that hunts her every time she closes her eye.

She yawned sleepily. She looked at the time, it was still 2:00 am in the morning. She had just slept thirty minutes ago and now she has been brought back to reality by her dream which would never stop hunting at her. She laid back on the bed, trying to close her eyes to go back to sleep.

"I just can't sleep anymore," she said with a long sigh.

Her feet touched the cold tile making her recoil immediately. She was not ready to start dressing up for the office but now she had no choice but to start dressing up.

Her name is Kiara Gilligan. A 25-year-old lady and also a young billionaire. She was the she-devil in the business world, and her name was feared by both women and men. She covered herself back with the duvet back on, trying to find rest from it.

"After thirty minutes and this does not work. I'm standing up." she thought to herself.

During the wait, of these thirty minutes, a lot flashed through her mind. She has to be in a gathering tomorrow and she was opening another branch of her business in the north part of the city. She knew that she was not going to get any rest throughout tomorrow, meaning she had to get enough now but the rest was not coming.

She jerked the duvet off her body after some minutes. She could not allow her thoughts to wander to that place. She searched for the light remote at the bedside, hitting many things in the process.

With a flick of the remote, light took over the room making everywhere bright as daylight.

She sat up to see her clothes thrown to different angles of the room. She had caused this huge mess for herself while she was looking for her sleeping pills the night before she lay on the bed. The old lady that was her caretaker had thrown it away because it was not good for the body. She had purposely kept one in her wardrobe which took her eternity to find, making her disarrange all the room. She was just going to call Alicia to do it tomorrow, she thought to herself.

She slid off the bed, going straight into the bathroom. Her nightdress was already wet with sweats formed from the nightmare. She peeled it off her body slowly, soaking herself into the hot tub. She let the warm water flow on her, engulfing all of her feelings. This has been going on for the past two years now, the nightmares never stop. When one stops, another starts. She had given up on sleeping, just resting at any little time she could but last month she started getting some minute rest and the nightmares ceased, she had thought it was a new change for her until it all started again.

She shut her eyes tightly, venturing deeper into the water. Making sure it touches every part of her. No one knows about this, she has no close friend she could tell. And her doctors and therapist gave up on her.

Her hands were folded together as her head hit the tip of the tub. She could not go any further than this. Large eye bags could be seen beneath her eyes; this was something concealer could do. After some minutes of long thinking, she stood up from the hot tub, standing under the shower and bathing herself.

It took her an hour to finish the bathroom exercise. She came out with wet hair and a towel that stopped before her knees. Her shape was everything a lady could ever want. Full breast and a perfect right figure. Apart from being the she-devil in the business world, she was also the body inspiration for many young girls out there.

She walked to her wardrobe, her eyes falling at the sight of the clothes. She rubbed her eyes, yawning sleepily.

"You just won't come," she said groggily.

She knew better than to go back to that bed again. It was a lost battle. Always feels like sleeping, but as soon as she tries to sleep, it all vanishes from her eye. Her eye went back to the clock, it was almost four in the morning. By the time she was done dressing, it would be almost five in the morning.

Her eyes went to a red skirt and black blazer. She removed them from her hanger before throwing them casually to the bed. She walked to her makeup table, not pleased with her drooping image.

"But what do I do about it?" she murmured to herself.

"Who do I report this to?" she thought to herself.

She looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes starting to form tears. She was never like this, they turned her this way and it was never their fault. She gave them the chance; she had been too naive then. But now only she had to live with the after effects. She started long hard into the mirror, wishing there was a way she could run out of all this, go back to her normal self but it was too late. Her hand went to the concealer, it was all nothing a concealer could not cover up.

She started her magic work on her face, using the concealer to cover her eye bags, doing a full make-up herself. She had once passed through makeup school and had learned it beautifully. All in the name of love, who knew it was just all for her to be used.

"I'm not going that lane," she murmured to herself, shaking her head vastly. It took her an extra forty-five minutes to finish the makeup. She immediately dressed up, matching it with a red smirk lipstick and 6-inch black stilettos. She was 5.2cm tall, her stiletto was the only one that brought out her business charisma. By the time she was done dressing up, it was already some minutes after five. The groggy look on her face had already been replaced by a business look. She matched it with a red Hermes bag making her look both corporate and at the same time classy.

Her stilettos made a sound as she marched down the stairs. The maids were already in the kitchen preparing her food. They all knew her very well, the boss lady with the sleeping problem, they all say. She had heard it from two of them and had sent both of them packing, making sure they never get a well-paid job in the city again.

"Good morning Ma'am." They all greeted.

She dropped her bag on one of the dining chairs as she took her seat.

"Get me, Alicia." she called them.