To The End

13 Many of our daydreams would darken into nightmares.

   I grip the knife tightly in my hand, hidden behind my back.  We're in a plain white room, it's got all white furniture. A white couch, a white table, a white lamp. We were both wearing plain white clothes. It's very bright in here. "Come here" I smile and motion for Mikey to come to me. He does,"Yes?" I lean in as if I'm going to whisper something in his ear.

        I stab the knife right into his stomach, he makes a desperate choking noise. His blood splatters on the ground, and against the white furniture. "Look around you" He whispers. We're now just in an empty black space. The ground doesn't feel right.

        Mikey Collapses on the ground. I look down. I see the bodies of everyone I love, they're covered in blood, they're so pale..... There's all my friends... there's my family. It's everyone... except my parents. Where are they? Had they been spared? I look up, and there they are. Mom, she's wearing a plain white party dress, while Dad, he's wearing an all-white suit. They're both wounded badly and bleeding. They're also holding hands. I run to them, but I'm not getting any closer. It's as if I'm running in place. "You're a monster." Mom sighs and shakes her head. A tear rolling down her pale cheek. "We never did anything to deserve a child like you." Dad hugs her. She's now sobbing. He's watching me, desperately trying to reach them. "I didn't mean to! I never tried!" Now I feel the tears streaking down my cheeks. I reach my hand out towards them,  but dad turns himself and Mom around. They walk away, and disappear in a pool of blood. "No!" I scream out, my screams blocked out when I trip and fall into the same pool of blood.

        It's more like an ocean. Did I do this all? I never meant to. I'm drowning. But I deserve it. I am a monster.  I'm drowning in all of the pain and suffering I'd afflicted on everyone who'd ever come across me. The regrets they're all flooding me, taking me over. Choking in it all.

        Mikey is here now. He's swimming towards me. "Why did you have to go and kill them like that?" he grabs my hand, as I was sinking, deeper and deeper. "I didn't mean to." My last breath escapes from my lungs, and I let myself just fall. Mikey had let go of my hand, leaving me to die alone.

        I scream, and jump up. Tears pouring. I'm sweating now too. I gasp for air. It's so dark in here. I'm on the floor now, because I fell. I'm gripping my throat, choking. Mikey jumps across the bed, to my side, he grabs me hand, and makes me look up at him. "It's okay, Dakota! You're okay! It's only a dream. You're alright" I look up at him, his eyes seem to be glowing in the darkness. I hug him tightly, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to.. I couldn't control myself... please don't ever let me hurt anyone again!" I choke on my tears, which distorts what I'm trying to say. He takes a deep breath and hugs me tight. "Whatever you did, I forgive you. You've never hurt anyone, and you never will."

        We sit there in the darkness for a while, he is still hugging me, and I am still crying. "Come on, Dakota, let's get back in the bed." He lets go of the hug and stands up, he holds his hand out. "Come on" I nod and take his hand, I stand up, then crawl in the bed. Several minutes pass by, I feel that Mikey is in the bed with me,. He's not comforting me anymore. The tears are still steadily streaming down my cheeks. I can hardly breathe now, because of the hiccuping that comes with the crying. I'm so tired, but I won't sleep. My eyes are wide open, and I'm staring at the wall. "Mikey?" I whisper, to see if he is awake. "Yes?" I roll over to look at him.

        He's sitting up, and he's smoking a cigarette! He sighs. I sit up and I take it from him, it was more of me snatching it from his hand. I put it out in the ashtray on my nightstand. I look back to him and shake my head. "No" He sighs. "Please, just go back to sleep." He kisses me on the forehead, then looks into my eyes. "You haven't slept for days. Please, just get some rest."  I nod "Just no more of that. You don't want to," I lay my head on his chest, I can hear the rhythmic beat of his heart he's holding my hand. I lay there, refusing to close my eyes and return to the dream. I'm still crying uncontrollably. "Please..." he whispers. I sigh and close my eyes. But I still can't sleep.

        We lay there for what seemed like hours, but it was only minutes. I hate how time defies me in ways like this, why can't it just be morning. Mikey must know that I'm not sleeping. But I'm so tired, it's a struggle to keep from drifting off. I can't dream anymore though...

."And we'll love again, we'll laugh again... We'll cry again and we'll dance again... And it's better off this way... So much better off this way..."

he whispers in my ear.

"You couldn't hurt me if you tried. Just sleep..." and those words, I believe. And with that, I drift off into sleep.