When Darkness Consumes

Fatal Dreams

Erralin's P.O.V.

I sprint through the dense forest swiftly, desperately trying to escape my captor. As I run past tree after tree I feel a stinging pain in my arm. I look down to find that a bough has lacerated my upper arm, the cut is deep.

I push past the pain and keep moving. If I stop now I'll die, I tell myself repeatedly. I look up at the sky to see the beaming sun shining through the thick trees. Just as I become enchanted by the way the sun glitters through the trees, I feel something hard and sharp hit me in the back of my skull.

I fall face first into the firm dry dirt. I let out a wimper as I turn around to face the monster that has been chasing me for what seems like forever.

I let out a gasp as I take in his beauty. His face is perfectly oval, chin chiseled to the point where I wonder if it's made of stone. His muscles were unnoticeably noticeable; the kind of muscle one might underestimate when covered. But most captivating of all were his eyes. His eyes a smokey blue-grey color. I could get lost in his eyes forever.

What scares me the most was how mesmerized I am by his presence, and existance. A large growl erupts from his chest to his perfect lips, snapping me from my trace. I blink and when I look up his features have changed. He is no longer the beautiful man I saw just moments ago.

His features are tense, and his eyes hungry as they rake up my body, stopping at my neck. As he lunges for my neck all I can think about is who he is...curiosity changes to fear in half of a second. I begin to pray as my eyes snap shut...

I spring up from my bed breathing heavily, sweat dripping down my body. My screams turns into silent sobs as I hug my knees to my chest, and rock gently back and forth until I drift off into sleep.

The next time I wake I check the clock, it reads: 4:15 a.m. I sigh and heave myself from my bed. As I stand I notice that my sweat seems to have doubled since I last woke up. I grab more clothes, and then head to the bathroom. I swiftly swing my bedroom door open, knowing that I will only increase the noise by trying to slowly open the door.

I walk down the narrow hallway that separates my room from the bathroom. The floor creaks slightly as I pass the door that holds so many memories. I force myself to keep moving forward, trying to conceal the tears that are on the brink of flowing.

Finally I reach the bathroom, turning the knob I open the door. Shutting the door I lay my clothes on the cool white plastic counter, next to the sink. Swiftly, I pull my shirt over my head; hitting my elbow on the door.

I wince and undress the rest of my remaining clothing. Lastly I remove my glasses before stepping into the steamy shower. I reach for the soap bar, and I can't help but to let all of my thoughts evade me as the burning water melts away all of my troubles.

After my shower I don't bother to blow dry or comb my damp auburn hair. Opening the door I feel a burst of cool air hit me. Maybe It wasn't the best idea to wear grey shorts and a pink v- neck in August . Oh well, I think to myself.

As I creep down the silent hallway I attempt to look somewhere, anywhere but at that door. My eyes betray me as they dart to the door. Stop it, you know your not supposed to go back in the past, I mentally scold myself. I stalk pass the door once more praising myself for not looking back.

When I make it into my room I shut the door, and lock it. Before I return to bed I strip the sweat soaked sheets, tossing then to the floor before replacing the sheets. Climbing into bed I lay down and look up at the ceiling. For the most part it's bare, except for one spot that holds a partial painting.

I remember that painting like it was yesterday. I was nine years old and I thought it would be cool to have a painting of many things covering the entire ceiling, that was before... I turn my head and shut my eyes, trying to rid myself of the memory.

I wait, but sleep doesn't seem to find me the, not that I'd be able to sleep anyway, not with all of the reminders of... Stop thinging about it! My subconscious seems to be on a roll today, always saving me from thinking of that of which everyone seems to avoid at all costs. Pain.

I look over to the side to check the time: 5:13 a.m. I decide to get ready now, that way I won't have to see my parents, and their grief-stricken eyes. I get dressed and face the day awaiting me.