I'm a goth

The Nightmare

How many times did I look at this same sky. Each time my happiness passed by. Each time my pain only grew. Yet I continue to look up to see the endless shade of light blue.

I looked over at Michael. He had a genuine smile on. It was gorgeous. He looked so stunning flashing his pearly whites. Though it wasn't exactly normal, because he smoked at least three cigarettes a day.

Now that I think about it Michael has never smiled at me this way. This was wrong. On top of that he was in a blue polo, with blue jeans. What on earth!

He started to walk towards me to my spot in this grassy cool area underneath the sky of blue. He now stood in front of me and gripped my shoulders and shook me. "What is wrong with you" he said with the same smile that was now at a closer look menacing.

Tears began to stream down my face as I tried to escape his tight hold on me. His nails were digging into my skin, and I could feel my blood start to coat my skin.

This wasn't my Michael. Michael wasn't mean like this. Not to me he wasn't. The fact that this poser had his face was pissing me off.

Though that anger was soon replaced with pain as soon as the Michael look alike slapped me across the face.

It had caught me off guard and frankly left me in shock. Why was this poser being such a prick. I spit in his face, and he pushed me to the ground.

I looked up at him as he walked towards me. In fear I broke into a run, that is till he fired his gun. Than as I fell to the ground, the ring of the fire was the only sound.

I woke up gasping for air, and crying. Michael was here in my bed which didn't calm my anxiety.

I scrambled out of bed to get away from him. Which evidently had woken him up, and had him starring at me. I froze in terror unable to move underneath his gaze. I wanted to scream for help, but I couldn't find enough air.

Michael got off the bed, and came over to where I was near my bedroom door. He looked me in the eyes. Seeming to be looking for something. When he had finished he pulled me into his arms, and rubbed my back.

I instantly started to relax. This wasn't poser Michael. I realized this as I found him clothed in black, and holding me passionately close. I hugged him tight, and sobbed with relief. As I did so he picked me up and brought me back to the bed.

As I sat on his lap, he rocked me back and forth. Not stoping till I calmed down.

After a few seconds of silence he asked me what was wrong. I simply replied with "Blue". He nodded, and I went back to sleep in his arms.

I slept well the rest of the night, only stirring once to a tingling sensation on my lips.