My End Is My Beginning

In The End, What Matters Doesn't

I open my eyes only to be faced with the night sky and the forest canopy. It was freezing; I looked around to see where I was, or even to spot a familiar tree or rock. Then I felt it, the feeling that I was being watched by an unseen pair of eyes. I was under a microscope and being watched by many pairs of eyes, as if I was being studied as to how I would react to this situation. In my heart I was panicking, but in my mind, I was calmer than when I listened to music or drew. I heard someone scream for help, I then turned swiftly to my left and ran in the direction of the scream. If this person was in trouble, I needed to help them and get them to a safe place. As I was running, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going and clotheslined myself on what I thought was a branch. I hit the ground with a hard thud and coughed up whatever air was in my lungs as well as hitting my head on the hard forest floor. I look up to see three masked figures looking down at me. They were dressed in jackets, the one on my right in a black leather jacket, he had dark hair, ripped jeans, a band t-shirt, and a mask that had some kind of symbol on the forehead. The one to my left had a dirty green sweat jacket with cut jeans and a black mask with a white frown, but no eyes. The one right above my head bent down and stared into my eyes. He dawned a dirty white Halloween mask with no discerning features, he wore a green denim jacket that looked like it hadn't been washed in quite some time and ripped jeans as well. As he bent down, he stared straight into my eyes, as if looking into my soul in search of all my deepest darkest secrets; his blonde medium length hair falling around his head and tickling my cheek.

He waves to the two men to my right and left, and they grasp my wrists, holding me down. I quickly tried to scream and get loose, but to no avail, the man in the center covered my mouth, "We will see you soon." He started slowly and as calm as can be yet holding a slight uneasy shake. Soon my vision became black.

I jolted out of my bed with a gasp looking frantically at my surroundings. Realizing that I was in my room unharmed I then sat down on my bed and looked toward my analog clock noticing that it said 3:00a.m. I sighed harshly; massaging my temples, I closed my eyes trying to think about what my nightmare meant. I realized that my chest was sore, so I quickly, but quietly ran to my bathroom. As I looked in the mirror, I noticed I had a bruise starting to form in the center of my chest from where the man in my night terror had knocked me down onto the forest floor. As I saw this all the color drained from my face and I stared at the large bruise. I noticed that there were welts as though I had been hit sharply with an open palm of a hand or repeatedly with a thin branch. I briskly walk to my bed to find my phone and take an image as evidence of what happened, that it wasn't just a dream or my imagination.

As I picked up my phone, I noticed it was colder in my room than I thought. Then as if on instinct my window shuts harshly rattling the glass inside of the pane. I jump and drop my phone on my foot. "Crap!" I whisper-yell in pain at the sudden shock in my foot. I quickly covered my mouth thinking I was too loud. Soon my mind went back to when I was in the forest. "That man, why did he sound scared?" I question as I sit on the floor beside my bed rubbing the throbbing ache from my now sore foot. As I sit thinking about what happened, I fall asleep only to be brought to my dreamscape.