THE TALES OF NIGHTMARE (Chapter 3)

TALES OF NIGHTMARE

It was a lovely day, I am doing my favorite work which is painting.
But suddenly I decided to stop this and try to explore something new.
And
That's my big mistake.

How many times you stop your favorite work?
How many times you take very big responsibility?
Do you like to hold red balloon?
Do you like to hold her hand?
She is lost?
Lost from memory
Lost from events
And
Lost from existence.

While exploring the village,  accidentally I meet her.
She is a girl, two pigtails, chubby face and royal dress.
Holding a red balloon which is too lite for float in air but it's too heavy when you try to hold it.

I asked her name.
She did not reply me.
I asked her parents location and identity
She is looking at me.
Finally she said.
'I want my Mama and Papa, can you bring them back'.
'Bring them back?', I said.
Why she said that.

Without any asking she hold my finger like a little sister.
I decided to help her.

Our journey is too long and unfolding mysteries of her reality.
One day I leave her balloon in sky.
And she is in terror.
But it's just a balloon not a ghost or monster.
But it's my mistake.

My body is paining.
I can feel my pain in my every cell.
My nerves are at their peak.
My blood is boiling.
But I can't die.

Her face full of cracks like a porcelain doll.
Totally black eyes and that horrific aura comes from her look.

Then I wake up
It's 4 PM.
And you think it's bad dream not a nightmare.
But my dear reader.
The pain I feel in that dream.
The horrible experience and a big mistake.

That day I learned this
Our brain is a true god who can experience us anything what we can't imagin.