The Nightmares [01]

The first night that I awoke with a nightmare… It was a dream where I woke up next to you, but when I opened my eyes [still in my nightmare] you were a mere corpse… stained with blood and brutally murdered. I fell from my bed and backed away, looking at the man I knew to be you, lying dead, and breathless. I reached out to you, silently calling out your name. The one I fell in love with had slowly slipped between my fingers, and his life had faded away.1

I heard the laugh, but there was no one around… at least at first. As tears shed and falling from the blue eyes that you had once called beautiful, I could see his dark figure standing next to the bed on the side that you lay. His whole self was a pitch black shadow and nothing more. I gasp for air after holding my breath as anyone would from fear. He emerged from the shadows of the dark and appeared the man who ruined my life; the man who stole my world from me and gave me hell.2

…And then I opened my eyes.3

The next night, I didn’t sleep, in fear of waking to that dead you. The image was so perfectly detailed. I could never describe what I had seen in that dream. It’s still appearing and disappearing in my mind every now and again, and I am frightened more and more every time it does. I don’t ever want it to come true. The face of the man… No, the demon who took my love from me, I can’t seem to forget it, though I know nothing more of the memory we once held. It was a burden I’m sure, but sadly enough, I knew that demon from the beginning.. But I forgot his name.4

The third nigh, I did sleep. Yet, though I did sleep, there was another nightmare. Again, I had woken up [still in the new nightmare] and blinked a few times. You weren’t there. What had awaken me was the sound of my cell phone as it roar loudly into my ear. The clock read seven a.m. and I was more tired than ever. I reach for my phone, and the number was my belonged to the one I love. I answer and quietly say, “Hello?” as most people do when they answer phones. Though the name I read was my love, it wasn’t him. It was his parent, mother to be exact. She was crying.5

“He’s gone…” I heard her speak quiet, “He passed away. All that remains of him is a note for you.”6

I wasn’t sure if it was suicide, or not, but the way every thing was set up, was like a memory that I hold deeply in my heart of when I lost a friend. That day [later in my dream] I went to his home. I was given the note… And in the note was a necklace. It was like when I also lost someone to the demon. The same way. The note that I read,… was the same. It was the same memory, but a different love. The same feeling, but more alive. And then the world around me had shattered…. And I was in the darkness.7

Holding my chin and wrapping their arm around me from behind… was the demon. I was frozen; my bare skin cold like ice and pale as snow. My lips, red like roses, and eyes blue like crystals. He held me so tightly, that demon, and he then lowered his hand to my neck and the other hand of his he rose to my wrist. He wrote in a name, no, two. The names of the two that I had lost, engraved in my skin, the color of blood. Then I felt my breath leaving me. His hand, wrapped around my neck and was taking my life.8

…I awoke from there, gasping for air, and tears staining my eyes. I say up… and began to pray.