Somewhere in a Nightmare PT.2

The pain behind my eyes was excruciating, opening them was not an option at this point. The natural motion when your head aches this bad is to immediately place your hand there to ease your pain but my hands wouldn’t move. Nothing on my body would move. I began to panic breathing in and out as quickly as my lungs would allow only to realize my breath was returning to my face with a sweltering heat, after each breath. I tried to scream to the point that my throat hurt but no sound was escaping, only silent breath followed by sound of my heart beating, loudly, throbbing inside my temples with each beat of my heart. It was apparent now that fighting wasn’t an option so I did my best to calm my breathing and center myself. I needed to know where I was, the ‘who’ was pretty obvious. You can break something that is already broken so he planned to keep me here until my last breath to get the answer he seeks from my dying lips, but he underestimated me. As my heart began to calm and my breaths became more shallow I could hear footsteps from a distance, growing closer and closer but from which direction I couldn’t tell, was I underground? Was I in the air, where did that bastard decide to place me while he watched me die. My eyes, still swollen shut tried to open but to no avail. Just then, my body fell what seemed like ten feet onto the cold hard floor with a hollowing thud. The pain was unbearable and with all of the energy I had left in my body the words ‘Stop’ came streaming out without thought.


I lay there, on my back waiting for something, anything, a smart ass comment, another physical beating but nothing… not even his sick demonic laughter wasn’t there to taunt me. My body was free now, at least not in-closed I could feel a cord of some kind as I tried to move my hands, a cord wrapped so tightly around my wrists it shot a stabbing pain through each arm the more I tried to move. Under my body was cold concrete, it felt damp to my weak hands, I went limp in despair and could feel the warm tears flowing involuntarily down each side of my face and as the first tear reached my right temple I felt a cold wet cloth brush against my face causing me to jerk sideways. “Shh, don’t move” I heard, in a soft feminine voice, barley a whisper. The cloth touched my forehead and slowly moved down the left side of my face and over my eyes then pulled away. towards my feet I could hear the trickle of water and the clank of something metal. I tried to speak but before I could even force out any sound a small hand slammed across my mouth with an intensity that needed no words. The cloth began to kindly touch my face, again and again until I could tell the dried blood on my face was gone, the tightness I felt in my skin before wasn’t there, I could move my mouth, my lips freely without the pressure on my skin. “open” she said quietly, with one finger on my bottom lip, I had no choice to fight her off I had no energy and the pain throughout every inch of my body was so severe by now that death was a welcome notion. “you’ll feel better if you eat this” as a small capsule was placed on my tongue and a metal bowl of water held against my cheek. I tried to lift my head, and with the help of the small hand on my neck took a sip of the liquid and as I swallowed I felt the pain slowly leave my body an inch at a time, I began to fully relax and I could feel myself falling asleep.

Dreams. Pt. 2

Still seated opposite of the woman with the bright hair and eyes she never breaks her gaze. She knows me, and every piece of my being. Who I was, who I am and who I will become in this lifetime. With a slight nod she gestures to my left. Looking down I see his hand on mine. Kind, soft hands twice the size of my own playing with a small piece of ribbon. Tying it first into a knot then into a bow and holding it out in front of him for the young chocolate eyed girl to pull on, only to undo the entire thing and start again. He isn’t a small man in stature, he’s quiet, reserved, olive complexion with dark brown eyes and short soft brown hair. He doesn’t break eye contact with the small girl across from him, smiling and laughing at her they exchange words that I cannot understand. With a swift motion of her hand the woman at the end of the table takes me to a place that I have never seen before. Here, in this place I am surrounded by bars, ankles chained to them in a seemingly endless tangle of iron. There in front of me stands the man that was seated to my left, the tall, heavier man with the kindest brown eyes I have ever seen. He stares back at me in adoration, pure undying love and within me I cannot find reason for this. He does not speak, he only takes my hand in his, opens it and with his other hand places a piece of ribbon into my palm. I look down in total confusion to see a key tied to the end of that ribbon. This key, isn’t of any material I have ever seen before. It is beautiful, amazing. I look up to ask the man “what is this?” but he is gone, I am still here, surrounded in chains behind harsh, thick bars of steel. I glance back to the key in my hand, around it the soft pale ribbon made of the softest material ever to touch my skin. With my other hand I pick up the key- at first appearing a translucent purple, now with the soft light bouncing off of it, appears to be blue, and then pink and then translucent purple again. It appears to be glass, a key made of glass? Making no sense what so ever I slump to the ground with the ridged clank of metal surrounding me when I realize, the only lock on my chains appears to match the key in which I hold in my very own hand.