Dark Night Dark Light

Chapter 50

I see Aaron standing in front of me. The look in his eyes screams of death. His hair waving in different directions all over his head. His clothes tattered and torn, like always. I feel my body getting hotter and hotter, till I am steaming mad. He backs his hand up to deliver a strong lash to me. 

"STOP! NO," I scream out.

I prepare for the beating that will inevitably come my way. 

"You're okay, love," I hear Ville's voice comfort me. 

His voice seems like it's coming from deep in a tunnel. With Aaron standing in front of me, I know that there is no chance for Ville to save me this time. I have to save myself. I can only rely on myself. 

As Aaron's hand swiftly breaks the air. I scream a primal scream and fight back. I will kill him. I will murder his soul and his body. He is a virus that has plagued me for so long.

"Fuck you, you fucking asshole," I scream out. 

Aaron leans over me and grabs my throat. I try to breathe, but no matter how hard I try to gasp air into my lungs, it all fails. I want to scream, but without any breath left in me I can't. I try to fight him. I try to claw out his eyes, but he is just out of my arms reach. 

He laughs at me. A sadistic laugh of terror. He laughs at my failed attempts to get him off of me. He laughs as he sees the life slowly fading away from me. Everything around me starts to go dark. His face fading as my life fades from me. 

He is winning this fight. No matter how much I don't want him to win. He is to powerful. He grips my neck harder, squeezing the life out of me. I can't allow him to win. I fight harder, trying to reach up to him and find some kind of hair or skin... something... anything. 

"You thought that you were rid of me. Even thought you think that I am dead I will haunt you in your dreams. I will get you in any way I can," he laughs out. 

That is when it occurs to me that this is all just a dream. I will myself to wake up and end everything. I don't want anything to do with him and he always seems to get one over on me all of the time.  

I am gently shaken out of my slumber and to my senses. My eyes shoot open and I am welcomed by the site of a worried look on Ville's face. He hovers over me like he usually does, worried that something is wrong.

I take a deep welcomed breath and celebrate as the air enters my lungs. I reach up and wrap my hands around my throat to make sure that everything that happened was a dream. Everything just felt so real. Almost like what Aaron said in the dream was right. He didn't get me in life, so now he will haunt my dreams. 

"It was all so real," I huff.

"You have been having nightmares like this for the past few weeks. I think that maybe it's time that we start talking about taking you to therapy," Ville pleas as his hand runs up and down my side as if to sooth me. 

I push his hand and turn away from him, angry at the suggestion, "Therapy is for fucking lunatics. Aaron was someone that needed therapy. I am perfectly fine without it. I just went through a very troubling time and I am having nightmares afterward. I think that's perfectly normal," I snap.

I look back and Ville and see that his eyes are full of sorrow and misery. I can't help but to think that I am the one that is putting that look on his face for pushing his hand away from me. I am the one that tried to battle Aaron alone for this man and now I am the sole reason as to why he is not happy right now.