The Man in Your Dreams

To Save A Life

My heart is pounding rapidly in my chest. I have to find a way out... Desperately I search for a door, window, even a crack in the wall. How did I even get in here? If there's a way in, there has to be a way out. It's like I run but he always finds me. There's no way out. No escape.

     Every turn.. Every corner... He's there. It's like a fun house of mirrors, the more I try to run, the more he appears. Every angle, every side. The world is black.

         Everything is on fire, smoke fills my lungs. Crazed flames are everywhere. They are smothering me as I wished to smother them. Beads of sweat appeared a while ago, and now I feel like a pig, sweating like this.

      I sprint up stairs, check every room, opening every door. All of the rooms are empty, there's no where to leave.

      At the next swing of a door my hell awaits me. I always sucked at mazes, so I dread what is in front of me now.

      There are a series of tunnels, all leading to a dead end. At the top the words "Good Luck" were carved into the wall. He's closing in on me. I rush toward the only tunnel with a light. A burning in my throat becomes terrifyingly aware to me as my breath sky-rockets with my pace. Tears of joy sprout to my eyes as I realize it was closer, brighter, not a trick. I nearly frolick to the only source of joy. I giggle and almost sing.

      A smile gathered on my face. But, soon one mirrors mine. In front of me, his face begins to become more noticeable. The teeth are shiny white. Thin lips concoct into a teasing smile. The flames flicker down, eventually ceasing. I start to freeze. I violently begin shivering. It has to be 10 degrees below zero.

      Than I know.

      It's him. The light is him. Another torturous mind game. Something else to turn me psychotic, although I'm pretty sure I will never recover from this mental hell.

      Spinning on my heels, I thrash the other direction. It was more throwing punches and squirming as much as possible, as I can't run. The more I struggle, the closer to him I got. It is like its own sort of gravity, based upon my restraint. As my long wavy blonde hair clouds my vision, the light transforms into what I could've sworn was a gun shape. I topple to the floor like a bowling pin, giving up on the fight I was bound to loose anyway.

       As soon as we are 5 feet away from each other, I am nearly a puppet, dragged to my feet by what felt like strings. Almost like levitation, and then I am being slammed harshly on my feet again. His face is almost as torturous as what he does. He could morph it into anybody or anything he wants, deceiving people. Making them think he is charming or fierce. As soon as I look at his endearing mask, I'm not in control anymore. I don't even fight back. Nothing could compare to the horrid creature right next to me.

      He towers over me with a terrifying advantage.

        His calloused hand grabs my sweaty one. He hasn't any mercy. A wicked grin proves his satisfaction in my torture.

       I hate him, and I want his grotesque hands away from me. His hands slowly, painfully, drag up my arms. Goosebumps distribute themselves all over me. I can't fight. There's nothing for me to do. I open my mouth to scream but nothing leaves. Here, nothing escapes. No one gets out of this hell. I so horribly want to run away, save myself. But I'm paralyzed. Paralyzed and standing. His rough, merciless hands travel across my shoulders. He forcefully tugs me closer to him, only to shove me away from him. His hand slowly travels up my neck.

       He grips my throat in a crushing pain, just enough to keep me alive. He doesn't even flex his arms. I plead with my hopeful green eyes. It's only when he chuckles wildly that I know the end is near. But never soon enough.