The Unholy Alliance

A Dream, A Nightmare, and A Chilling Reality

Remember last night when I said that I didn't plan on losing anymore sleep to nightmares. Well, to put it rather simply, that plan didn't exactly work out.

I've been awake for two hours and right now it's 3:00 am. I woke up at 1:00am feeling like jumping off a cliff would be the best thing in the world.

You know how you don't usually remember your dreams when you wake up? Well, why couldn't that be the same for nightmares because, let's be honest, I would much rather remember fluffy unicorns and chocolate than blood or death.

I mean, it started off as a dream, but slowly, it became a living nightmare. I had a dream about Gabriel, Alexander, and Soren. They were all shirtless, and we were all at the beach while they were suntaning.

I was in a bikini, and there was a bottle of sunscreen beside me. You see where I'm going with this, right? Everything was going perfectly until the nightmare part started. Out of nowhere, we were transported to hell, and all of my family was there.

My father, grandmother, and the devil were all there. Then, the devil ordered Gabriel, Soren, and Alexander to kill all of my family members.

The fact of the matter is that they didn't just shoot them with a gun they tortured them to the death and made me watch. When they finished killing everybody, they started to walk towards me with blood on their hands, and their eyes were turning black.

Lastly, Gabriel spoke and said, "This is your reality. You are the cause of all of this. The world will fall to their knees in front of the new queen of hell." He then forced my mouth open and made me taste the blood of my dead family members.

With a wicked smile, he said something along the lines of drinking their blood or the blood of the dead and damned would allow me to live forever.

That was when I woke up clinging on to my pillow for dear life. Why is it that I'm already having dreams about these guys when I just met them less than 24 hours ago.

Now, this might not sound like the scariest nightmare, but understand that explaining it doesn't truly do it justice. You have to be there in person. You have to see the people you love the most in the world suffer and die and then be told that it was all your fault.

I had no intentions of going back to sleep, so I pretty much just laid back down on my bed, staring at the ceiling. It was 6:30 am when my alarm rang, and as you can imagine, I haven't slept a wink since I woke up.

So imagine getting nine full hours of sleep and then waking up feeling like you have no energy. That is what I usually feel like every morning. On top of that, you feel like someone is lighting you on fire from the inside.

Now imagine you only slept two hours and thirty minutes and then wake up feeling like that. I can guarantee you that it feels five times worse and like a living nightmare. Ironic, right?

The trip to the bathroom alone felt like I was crossing the Sahara desert wearing a body suit made of lava. When I finally made it to the bathroom, I looked in the mirror, and God, I looked awful.

Sadly, the magic required to make me look less of a walking disaster only exists in the realms of Cinderella and Princess Tiana. I don't know how I did it, but somehow, I took a shower and got dressed.

However, I'm pretty sure I'm wearing two different pairs of shoes and a shirt that might hold the Guinness World Record for most neon on a piece of clothing ever.

A few minutes later, I walked down the stairs, although walked might not exactly the right word. It was more like a cross between a crawl, hop, skip, and trip down the stairs.