Dreams and Nightmares

A Nightmare

A charming smile and honey toned voice pulls me into the dream.

My wings stretch out wide and beautiful. It's what's attracted him to me. The pretty boy with that charming smile.

We laugh and talk and suddenly I forget that I'm supposed to be flying.

His hand reaches towards my wings...gentle...respectful. Slowly his rough hands glide over the delicate feathers, and he tells me how special I am to have them.

His voice becomes a chanting in my ear. His body presses against mine, and his eyes are an intense burning flame.

"Could I have them?"

"Have what?"

"Your wings, baby. Can I have them? Just for a little while?" That charming smile spreads across his pretty face.

My response is assumed before words can even leave my mouth.

He grabs and grabs and grabs at me. Trying so hard to grab at my wings.

I push back confused, "Wait! I didn't say anything yet!"

"Come on it's not like you'd say no." The charming smile morphed into a sickly grin. He licked his lips and I couldn't help but wonder if that's something he always did that maybe I just hadn't noticed?

He gets me turned around, but I'm trying to turn back. To look into those eyes and tell him I'm serious. I try but he's too strong. One hand has me shoved into a wall with my hands pinned to my chest. The other claws at my wings.

White feathers fall effortlessly to the ground below. He tears them from my skin and I scream. I scream and scream and scream, yet nobody hears.

Where is everyone?

Why won't they help me?

Help me!

Please stop

Please

No please help me

Anybody

Please

Nobody comes. Nobody stops him as blood leaks from my wings and the last feather falls. Nobody comes to my rescue. I'm left standing opposite of him and he's still smiling. I know he's speaking to me, asking me if what he did was okay but I can't speak. I can't breath, I can't move, I can't focus on anything but the bloody feathers on the ground.

It's done. They're gone.

My peace, safety, control, beauty, and love is gone. It just lies on the ground like rotting trash that nobody cares to clean up.

Why didn't anyone come?

I screamed didn't I?

It felt like I was screaming but I wasn't...Why didn't I scream? I heard my scream in my head again and again but still I couldn't say anything.

He's proud of himself. I know he is. That goddamn smile haunts me. It follows me around corners and into dark rooms.

This nightmare plays on repeat almost every night. I don't go flying anymore. My dreams are filled with pretty boys and bloody feathers.