Jonathan woke with a start, screaming bloody murder. She was stretched out on the floor and the back of her head hurt. The concerned face of her friends swam into her vision.
"Jon! Are you ok? What happened?"
"Just a bad dream." She responded, trying to sound nonchalant, but failing. She had been having more and more dreams like that lately, and they've only been getting worse.
"Just a bad dream my left butt cheek." The professor's voice says as he pushes through the crowd gathered around the teen, "You kept thrashing and shouting, screaming in pain. And what's more, check your shirt."
"My shirt? What do you mean my-" Jonathan trails of as she pulls off her cloak, which covered her as she fell. Her white shirt was red with blood, her blood. Jonathan knew that this was Alister's way of reminding her of his existence. "Oh." Jon says plainly as she watches the stain spread.
She faintly remembers the teacher calling for help, and seeing her friends eyes filled with horror as she faints. She's sinking, falling through thick, viscous fluid. She opens her eyes, it's dark, and she hears a voice.
"Goodbye Jonathan, sorry about this, but you were never meant to survive this long." Alister.
"S'okay, jus' let me sleep 'Lissy. I'm tired" came the sleepy teens response. And if Jonathan didn't know better, she could've sworn she heard a sob. But that was impossible. Her 'Lissy is too stubborn to cry.
A half choked whisper swam it's way to Jonathan's tired ears, "Good night Jonny...Sweet dreams." And Jonathan smiled.
"Night Alister."
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The dream
Short StoryA weird dream sequence I wrote for a role play cause I was feeling murderous. Contains erotic torture. Jonathan is a female who, whenever she dreams, has a male body. Warning, blood, torture, innuendos, cutting, did I mention TORTURE?
