Shadows, tears, monsters and screams. Everything is terrifying. I can't get out of here. What's going on? I can't hear anything but the noise the old stairs make every time he gets closer to me. What's going on? I know I'm in danger, nothing feels right. I remember faces, they nod in denial. They look at me, disgusted. I remember a couple of names. Maybe they could help me... No, no. I'm alone. The monster that lives in my head and my chest gets closer. Panic. I hear the door cracking, something is breaking. Is it my heart or is it just he's here, ready to steal my happiness away? A few moments go through my mind. A spark of light appears. "This isn't as bad as it could be, is it? There's hope for me. They'll help me. I'm not alone." But something is wrong. The monster isn't gone yet. More fear. "Hope used to be my saviour, why is this not working? The light used to be enough, a spark used to make him be gone." Something imside of me breaks again. "I'm lying. If I truly had hope, he would be gone." I panic again, and then I realize: The monster that lives inside my head and inside my chest only fears the true light. He's out of control. I'm trapped in my own head, his home. He has locked me in the basement and he's coming for me. "No one will miss me," I thought "if they cared, they'd get me out of here." And those thoughts made the fake spark of light, made of lies, disappear. But then, right when I'm feeling his breath in neck, the door falls apart. "I'm free," I thought. "But who, who would want to save me?"
You see, when you are having a nightmare you don't realize you are in a nightmare. It feels real. And you always wake up before you die. But I'm pretty sure that if she hadn't appeared in my nightmare, it would have become real. She saved me. She made me wake up before my nightmare became real. She crept in the basement and slayed the monster. And then I woke up.
Now I'm laying by my heroine's side. In her bed. Everything feels right. I am happy, euphoria invades my heart. A smile shows up every time her closed eyes crinkle. The sunshine that creeps through the curtains lets me see her face. Her lips, cracked open showing some of her tooth. Her pale face and her smell. Everything is perfect. This moment, this girl. Everything is perfect. I'm laying on my side, cuddling her. One of my arms is wrapped around her. I kiss her forehead, hoping I am the one who saves her from the monsters. I hope she sees the same light I saw when she saved me from myself.
