I had a dream...
I had a dream that was so haunting I thought it was real.
I saw him, standing before me, his hands behind his back.
His lips were sealed, stitched brutally by needles and threads.
Blood kept oozing out in between the tiny slits, painting his tarnished face a shade of crimson.
A snicker poured out of his cracked mouth. His eyes fluttered open; eyes that were darker than the night, deeper than any abyss.
His hands twitched, the smile twisted, his voice deflated by the lofty walls surrounding him.
Those were the walls of a prison; the walls of a cell; the walls of...hell.
He lifted his arm, the blade twirling and dazzling brilliantly in his left hand. He hurled the knife at me and it went through my skin. It penetrated my flesh and directly punctured my heart chamber. He grinned, out of mercy and delight. He shoved me against the wall. I tried to open my mouth but my lips were fastened, just like his. They were stapled, hinged by nails.
I...
I can't shriek at all.
His lips glided across mine. He plucked the knife out and replaced it with his right hand. He explored my wound in amusement. I jolted. I coughed. I collapsed.
He squeezed my treasure rapaciously and... with a gorgeous smile still plastered on his face, he yanked it out and fondled it.
It was still pumping.
My heart was.
He knew it would never stop beating.
Until the day I stopped loving him.
He smiled in ecstasy, in pure bliss; as he bent down to kiss me once more.
I lay in his arms, vaguely conscious.
His eyes were darker than the night.
Those were the only things I could see, before I embraced my own darkness.
And he whispered, so very tenderly, into my ears.
"You're mine."
xXx
I awoke to a deplorable screech. It was as if someone, or something was imploring and lamenting so miserably. Drops of blood teemed down from above, splattering across my petrified face. I squeaked, staring in terror at Jeff. All the fragments of my previous dream seemed glued together like a puzzle. Appearing before me was my very own boyfriend, hands soaked in blood, his face drenched in tears.
I whined at the sight of our precious kittens. Everything was warped in a gory mess- intestines tangled in the fur, organs chopped into segments, eyes gouged out of their sockets, skulls fractured completely and mingled with the scotched skin.
What the hell is going on?
The only fear stemmed from my heart. It was sheer horror.
I could no longer distinguish between Whirlwind and Stormcloud.
I kept wailing and squealing uncontrollably, much like a manic on loose. I was still naked, barely covered by his coat.
"Jane..."
"No....No....NO! NO!" I yelped at the top of my lungs, crawling away from my disoriented partner. It wasn't hard to calculate his crime. Even if this amount of blood wasn't dripping off his fingers, he had got to be involved in our poor buddies' ordeal.
