The Ill-fated Lovers

Chapter 5

I felt the tip of a knife running down the side of my face while I heard the cackling laughter of a twisted woman. She moved to stand in front of me and I couldn't see the face of my tormentor clearly. It looked like my tv, static.

I could feel the tip of the knife dig into my jugular vein as the knife pierced my skin. This was personal. It wasn't a quick kill but it was slow and filled with torture.

I watched the man across the room struggle for his life as he lay in a small pool of blood.

Seeing the man heaving on the floor and spitting up blood drove me to the edge that someone hurt him. Something in me had enough and I kicked the woman in the stomach having her hunch over.

I lifted my hand to the table I was lying next to and searched with my hand for something I could use as a weapon. Finding something, I grabbed onto it and shattered a vase on the deranged woman's head causing her to fall to the ground.

I crawled over to the man and I turned him over so he wouldn't drown in his own blood. When he looked up at me I was met with an all familiar pair of blue eyes. It was Nick.

Nick?

Before my brain could comprehend what was happening I heard screaming coming from behind me.
"Watch out," Nick screamed and before I turned around I felt something pierce my back and I fell flat to the ground and was once again welcomed into a black mass of nothingness.

I jolted up from my bed and ran to the bathroom. My stomach churned and I felt sick. It's like I could smell the blood in the air. I fell to the floor before I began to violently vomit into the toilet. The muscles in my stomach clenched. My body was covered in a cold sweat and I heaved for oxygen as I tried to control my breathing.

After I was done, I stood up. My legs were wobbling like they were going to give out from under me. I held onto the bathroom sink to stabilize myself. I reached for my toothbrush and began brushing my teeth.

I started to come back to my senses I remembered the face I saw in my dream. It was as clear as day and I was a hundred percent sure it was Nick. I haven't dreamt of the people in my life before.

I ran a hand down my face as I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. My face was pale and dark circles surrounded my drooping eyes. I was tired. Not like normal tiredness but deeper. I felt this tiredness on the inside. There was this frustration and I didn't understand what was happening to me.

I was afraid that I saw Nick's face. It gave me an unsettling feeling. The hair on my body stood and in my head, I kept on repeating the words it was just a dream over and over like a mantra, hoping it would calm me down. 

Nick. Why did I dream about Nick. I met him six days ago. Why didn't I dream about someone like Ben or my family. Why Nick. A stranger I barely knew but was infatuated with.

I stayed up till morning writing down in my journal. The image of the dream was clear. I wrote down my surroundings and then I saved Nick's face for last.

What was my subconscious telling me about Nick?  I underlined the words in my journal.

Was it trying to tell me something by letting him slip into my horrific nightmares. I sighed. This disturbed me on a deeper level. I didn't like seeing Nick die in my dreams. It was more unsettling than watching myself being murdered.

I watched the sun begin to rise, peeking over the rooftops of New York's buildings. I let out a breath as the first light of the sun rays hit my face. I didn't know where to start anymore. I was no closer to figuring out what was wrong with me since the first time the nightmares started coming.