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The dream held her captive. A slave to her own inner demons. What was this horribly dark mental vision? No, this nightmare that caused her to twist and turn in agony. There was no end, and no beginning. She could see for as far as the eye could see, but there was no sky to behold. The dark blood red void had sucked her away. Ocean blue eyes looked up from behind a veil of thick black hair. She was alone, but she knew she wasn’t. The echoing sound of whispers bounced of walls that didn’t exist, and reverberated with in her mind. There was no need for any visual confirmation. With in the clamber of snickering bodiless sounds, she recognized those that were from her own past. A past that was stained with the blood of her loved ones, her enemies, and herself. To dream about the dead… was nothing more then a curse, or a premonition of worse to come. This couldn’t be an ordinary dream, could it? She was mentally suffering. What was going on here? What was causing her to feel so much anguish, hate, sadness...and dare I say it… regret. She made no sounds yet wrenching screams of turmoil boiled with in her, but never seemed to be able to make it passed her parted lips. Yes, a dream, a vision, a nightmare could do this to someone. However, why was the excruciating mental pain accompanied by equally unbearable physical torture. Every piercing spear that penetrated through her resulted in yet another silent earth shattering scream that would never reach the ears of others, not even her ghostly tormentors. No blood flowed from the wounds caused be the endless onslaught of spears. When she thought there could be no more, more came. As if from thin air, they came at her, piercing in to her very soul. Soon, there was no need to look up. When she opened her eyes, all she could see were the ends of stainless spears obstructing her vision. Damara stared up in to the sky less void, and there was nothing. There was no point to struggle. Struggling or not, the pain would only continue to intensify. Surely, her body would break down under such circumstances. It was only a matter of waiting for that time to come. So many times in the past, she had wished for a death, be it swift or not. Now, it wasn’t a wish it was a necessity.. An inevitable outcome to this torture. Whether it came now, or later, she didn’t care; as long as it came. Damara hung her head forward and closed her eyes. As if by signal, trails of lightening flowed down the spears, and in to her body. With the sounds of snickers and whispers Turing to laughter, she took a last breath. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ How many time this week had she woken up in a cold sweat? 3 time, maybe 4. Matter a fact, How many times did this happen this last month. The same damn dream over and over again. No, she couldn’t call it a dream. The mental pain still lingered, as well as the physical. Even know, she could barely move from her bed. Every limb ached with its own separate excruciating pain. A sigh brushed past her lips as she let her head turn to the side. The blue light on the digital clock read : 3:36PM. Even in the middle of the afternoon, there was nothing but silence. There was no sound at all. Maybe that was the result of her now being in a dorm by herself. The curtains on the window where closed shut. A bit of light managed to peek in through the sides, and barely illuminate the room. The room itself was pretty plain. A simple twin sized bed was pushed up against the side wall. Against the opposite wall was a small vanity, with a mirror. Against the back wall stood her dresser. Next to the dresser was the small closet, whose door had been accidentally left open. The digital alarm clock sat on a small end piece that stood near her bed. Other then those things, there was no decoration to her room. Damara lay back in to her ruffled sheets, and stared up at the ceiling, while listing to the sound of silence. “These nightmares have to stop.” She whispered to herself. She couldn’t stay in bed all day. It was already the middle of the afternoon. Surely, she missed every single one of her classes. Bracing herself, she forced herself up in to a sitting position. The room felt cold, but that was probably because of the lingering sweat clinging to her skin. She winced and bit her lip, trying her best to just deal with the soreness. The strands of her hair were stringy with perspiration. Anyone looking at her would swear she had to of been sick to sweat that much in her sleep. Without hesitation, she stood up. It wouldn’t be the first time she had to ignore a lingering pain. What bothered her more right now was that they were coming from her dreams. The reflection in the mirror was her. She looked fine, so why did she feel so shitty. Using her left hand, she pushed the hair back out of her face. Afterwards, she walked out in to the main room, and then in to the bathroom. She had to wash off; the sweat had made her feel horrible. Now that she was up, and moving around, she felt a bit better. If she stretched out, all would be fine. It worked every other time she had the dream, so it would work this time too. She didn’t bother to glance in to the bathroom, instead she turned the shower on and stepped in. The water felt good. I should talk to someone about these dreams She thought to herself as she let the water wake her up. Just as the thought hit, something else did too. It came without warning, and so suddenly that she fell down in to the tub. There wasn’t any time to scream. Just like that, the pain had come and gone. It felt just like the spears from her dream, but she was awake. Why the hell were they affecting her when she was awake? |
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