Rebuilt

KISS

The shadow inched closer to me. Its face was a swirling shroud of distorted black smoke.

I was in a cave. My back pressed painfully against the cold hard rock. I shivered as my hands searched the small box for a way to escape.

I was running, running, screaming at the walls to let me out.

All the time, the shadow was nearing me.

Glistening droplets created a constant dripping noise. It blurred my vision.

The shadow was so close now, close enough that I could reach out and touch it.

I screeched. A banshee-like sound erupted from my twisted mouth.

I scratched at the rock.

Faster and faster.

My fingers were bleeding. My nails ripped off to reduce my fingers to bloody stumps.

The shadow came forward, barely an inch from my horrified face.

I could smell its rotten aura like a decomposing animal. Except it didn't have flesh.

Bones, just bones.

Then it was upon me, engulfing me, trapping me.

I lost the will to live.

I was screaming again. I wanted to die.

Please can I die.Sobbing and begging to no-one.

I stared down at myself. I was bones.

A skeleton of myself.

Reduced to nothing.

...nothing.

I woke up abruptly, and sat up in a cold sweat. My head was pounding viciously from the traumatizing nightmare.

I wish I could say that I don't get nightmares but that would be lying.

I have nightmares every night.

That one is the most popular.

She haunts me, I can never get away.

I moved. She followed.

I moved again. She followed.

I moved one more time. She haunts me.

Why can't she leave me alone?!

She ruined my life already. Why ruin it again?!

I glanced at the clock. 4:30am. I groaned. I was meant to be meeting Evan at 8:00 am for coffee. I had a long time to wait.

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At 6:00am I got up to take a shower.