This is about a dream that I had. I’m making it a habit to write my dreams out into stories since I have very vivid dreams.
Bodies littered the apartment hallway. Blood painted the floor and walls and even the ceiling.
Ran as hard and as fast as I could but it felt like I couldn’t run fast enough.
He was right behind me, knife in hand, panting hard. I still couldn’t piece together how I got in this situation. What wrong turn did I make for me to be in this moment in time? Running for, possibly, my own life? I always kept to myself, was nice to everyone, even strangers. But perhaps I was too nice…
I turned around just to have a look at him, just to see how far he was. In my mind, I was running pretty fast when in reality, that wasn’t the case.
His mouth was parted open, his breathing shallow, blood sprinkled on his face. My heart nearly stopped. He was much closer than I thought.
I was so shocked that my mind went blank. My legs stopped moving becoming stuck in place. My feet was glued to the ground and I was frozen in place. I couldn’t think. Fear was preventing me from moving and the young man took this as an opportunity to grab me, pushing me up against the bloody wall, his brown eyes looking at me with great concern.
“Why are you running? I was only protecting you.”
Tears formed in my eyes and I bit my tongue to hold myself back from crying but I failed. I began panicking, begging for him to not kill me and to let me go.
I was positive that he was going to end my life.
“They needed to die. You remember what I told you when we were young? That I’ll always protect you. Well,” he chuckled. “That’s what I’m doing now.”
Y-you… You killed them… You killed my-”
“They were in the way!” he snarled, cutting me off, before his expression changed to a more gentle and warm one. Sighing, he cupped my face, wiping my tears away with his thumb.
Seeing how quickly he exploded in anger, I tried my best to stop my whimpering. For all I know it could be annoying him, right?
“Shh shh. Don’t cry my love. All they did was hurt you and caused you pain. But they won’t do it anymore. It may make you upset now but I promise you love, you’ll be thankful in the future.” his grip on my face became tighter. “This is for you. For us. I love you and I’m never going to let you go.”
I felt my stomach drop. My heart was beating so hard, I was certain it was going to jump out my chest. My eyes moved around, looking everywhere except him. I didn’t want to look at him. It was already bad enough he was so close to me, his hot, sticky breath hitting my cheek. I just didn’t want to look at those once lovely brown eyes that betrayed me.
“Why aren’t you looking at me? Look at me.”
I gulped nervously. I wanted to disappear. I wanted to close my eyes and wake up in my bed, this whole scenario being nothing but a nightmare. A bad dream. But as my eyes slowly fell on his face, our eyes meeting, I realize that this wasn’t a dream this was real. Very real.
A small smile formed on his lips as we stared at one another. I hated that I couldn’t tell what was going on in his head but at same time, I feared what was going on in his head. It seemed like his sanity was on a string, that was slowly tearing apart.
“The Red String of Fate is the reason why this happened. Our fate was written in the stars, it’s something that can’t be changed. Now come on. Let’s go home- I mean to my house. Well, it’s practically your home anyway. We need to have a small talk.”
~a sleepy ghost~