In the dark of your room, you feel a presence.
You notice it's
him, the one that visits you every night while you sleep. You wonder what he
has in store for you today.
As you feel a
pinching sensation on the soles of your feet, you're invaded by an overwhelming
pain.
Something is
inside your skin. You feel it crawling. No, you feel it burning, you can smell
the flesh being torn apart from your bones. Melting onto your sheets.
You try to move
your feet and there's no reaction. You can't stop this. You know better than to
try.
He makes his way
up. You're getting lighter as you feel your blood being drained from you. He
traces his claws up your leg, and you feel the familiar invasion of his poison.
There's no stopping him.
"Please, not
again, please"
"Help
me"
"No one is
coming, kid, you're all alone."
You know he is
right. He's the only one who hears you, the only one who even looks at you and
sees you for who you are, how you are. Mutilated. Damaged. Broken.
You close your
eyes. You feel something shift on top of you, there's no longer a burning
sensation on your legs. This time, he starts on your arm.
All five of his
claws pierce through the tip of your fingers. One by one.
You scream.
"No one is
coming, kid, you're all alone"
His voice is
closer now.
You scream so loud
it could shatter glass, still, no one came. He was right once again.
You open your eyes
to find him. Looking straight into your eyes with that twisted smile he’s
always had.
The black figure
could be easily mistaken for the darkness inside the room if not for its red
eyes. The eyes you see every time you fall asleep.
He's made his way
to your shoulder.
Here comes the
worst part.
You close your
eyes, there is weight on your throat. The claws pierce you once again. You feel
the heat of his breath on your face. He presses down.
You know he is
trying to drain the life from you. You let it happen. After all, you know him.
He's a familiar face. You let it happen, you'll always let it happen.
You feel something
drip on your face. Accompanied by his disgusting, wet breath, you can only
assume it's his saliva.
Don't open your
eyes.
It'll all be over
soon.
"No one is
coming, kid... You are all alone..."
Don't open your
eyes. He'll be done soon.
You can still feel
his breath on you, but there's no longer a weight on your throat.
You can breathe.
You open your eyes
to see his face. Happy. He looks happy. What an unusual expression, not one you
see very often.
"Thank me.”,
he says. How can you not? What a happy face.
"Thank
you."
And just like
that, he's gone. You find yourself in your dimly lit bedroom. It's almost dawn.
There's no trace
of blood on your sheets, but there's scars on your skin. Fresh, hurting scars.
You get up to look
at yourself in the mirror. You can see him. He's standing behind you.
He'll never leave
you, maybe you're not alone after all. Even if your only friend is made up of
agony and blood. He's real. He's real for you.
You give him a
smile.
He smiles back.
You turn to face
him and that's when you see it. His claws come to grasp at your throat again.
You let it happen.
But this time, you don't wake up.
Sweet dreams.
~K