Nightmares

Irony

Everything around me is dyed a blurry red as my vision slowly attempts to crawl into focus. My chest is heaving, my skin drenched in sweat, and my hands raw and sore from gripping whatever weapon that I had held. I shakily lift my hand a wipe the remaining blood from my eyes and blink rapidly as my vision begins to clear.  

Seeing the horror in front of me made wish I was blind, because corpses littered every inch of the ground. I swallow hard and take a daring step forward, then another, and another, until I've fully willed my body to move. As I stumble, step and trip over bodies, I look at each and every one I pass. All mutilated differently and all familiar.  

Screams and terrified faces fill my mind and vision as this world plays a cruel trick on me. I can look at each person and so clearly I can remember what I did to them. I take heavy, regretting steps to the nearest figure. Her eyes are frozen wide from fear, her arms decorated in cuts and scratches, and her mouth wrenched open. Cuts and blood line her mouth from my savagery. I turn her head towards me and peer into her mouth, even though I knew what to expect I was still sickened to see her tongue sliced out. I look down at herchest and throat only to see both crudely hacked open and creating a pool of blood on the floor. 

I breathlessly laugh at the irony, she had always lied and gossiped about everyone and I silenced her. Standing up I venture to the form I'm most drawn to. This is one person that I had always thought of as innocent. I sit next to his body and look at it for a second gathering enough will powerto look at his face. I move his arms from his face and my attention imeaditaly focuses on his hair, and eyes, chocolate eyes and blue hair.  

His face was perfectly unharmed, as were his arms, he never fought back. I look at the left side of his chest to see Iit torn open and his heart missing. I pick up his heart like it's a piece of glass that could shatter any second and gingerly place it in his chest.  

The wretched voice I can't stand fills my thoughts and growls at me. For once I feel no obligation to listen to it or obey anymore. I sitt there letting thousands of tiny other voices to join it and yell at me.  

I barely hear the steps that echo in the darkness around me, but when I do they sound clear as day and I Absent mindedly turn to look at the figure. My pulse races at the sight of the only thing left to fear. The misty black figure stares at me with its empty black eye sockets and smiles at me with a mouth full of needles.  

He walks towards me, every nerve and muscle in my body tells me to run, run anywhere just away from that thing. Yet, I have no will to fight, survive, move, I have no will to live anymore. It stops in front of me and yanks me to my feet by my hair. A cruel smile dons his face as a knife like finger traces my eye lid, nose, and my lips. It continues, tracing my jawline, down my neck, collar bone, and to the left side of my chest where it stops. I glance up to his eyes to see that they're now filled with chocolate brown eyes. 

I don't do anything but look at his eyes and study them, even as my heartisripped out of my chest. Then I realize that I will become a heartless monster. Just as I turned him into one.