NIGHTMARES ○ONE SHOT○

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It all started completely black.  It was exasperating, it was as if nothing existed, but at the same time there was that feeling of anxiety, of having to run for my life.  I didn't understand absolutely anything until red spots started to appear.  I just got even more confused.  I didn't know where I was, what was happening.  I just wanted to wake up, get it over with.

When I thought that everything would improve, the red spots turned to blood and there I was scared.  I started to shake.  I couldn't even see my own body, but I felt it, I felt it lose strength threatening to fall to the ground in fear.  It was maddening, I wanted it to end once and for all, it was only beginning.

My heart was racing, but nothing compared to how it got when I started hearing terrifying screams all around me.  They asked for help.  They asked me for help.  They screamed my name in desperation.  I still didn't see anything, just blood and black everywhere.  I wanted to escape, but neither body had only sensations.  I wanted to cry, end that ... until finally my body appeared ... I was kneeling with my hands on my face.  When I removed them ... I saw blood on them ... my entire face was covered in it.  I took several frightened steps back, covering my ears so as not to hear those voices.

At last I was free, I had finally calmed down.  I thought so until an icy stream ran through the back of my neck making me shudder.  I trembled.  I petrified.  All the previous sensations were not compared to what I felt when that voice whispered my name in my ear, with derision.  I don't know what scared me the most if the icy breath on its breath or that its literally didn't know where that voice came from or maybe the fact that someone or something that didn't make me feel comfortable knew my name and pronounced it with derision, as if it knew something. that could hurt me a lot and I don't.  I could only swallow dry.  The blood running through my face, the cold of the environment, that voice that did not allow me to turn from fear, the desperate screaming voices only made my anxiety grow.

I don't know how, but as soon as I saw a door open I ran out.  I have no idea how I did it, but there I was running through a dark forest, nothing was visible except for the completely red sky.  I stepped on a branch and screamed in pain, I had just realized that I was barefoot, but still I kept running.  For some reason I felt like my life depended on it.  I was already out of air, I had run a lot, barefoot, with a bruised foot and in a dressing gown, cold and not athletic.  I did not know how long I would endure as I heard laughter coming from that voice that approached me with great speed.  I ran as much as I could until I tripped and fell to the ground ... the voice reached me ... she was a woman ... she made herself known to me, but I couldn't identify her, she wanted to kill me and I would have succeeded if it were not for the reason. I woke up.

There was my mother who instantly jumped for joy when she saw me awake.  She again didn't understand anything until she told me. 

I had an accident ...

There everything made sense, the black, the blood, the shouts with my name and those who asked for help.  Everything made sense except the voice or the woman who carried it.  Even today, years later I still see it in my dreams, I feel it in reality when I am alone, sometimes I seem to see it in the mirror.  I know she's out there looking for me, wanting to end what she started and me without knowing who she is or why.