Death is Equivalent to Love

Prologue

           I stared down into it. Into the black, seemingly endless well that sat at my feet. I couldn't see the bottom, even though it was the middle of the day. I leaned over, curious, squinting my eyes to try to see the water. I heard a sound, like the wind stirring through fir trees in the winter. That was when something grabbed me by the shirt from the well. I caught a glimpse of the being, the apparition. It was a face that I knew, but couldn't place. It dragged me down. Down into the black abyss of nothingness, to my death.

          My eyes darted awake in a panic, searching through the thick darkness of my room for light. Sitting up, I reached over and turned on the lamp next to my bed. As light flooded the room, I searched around frantically to make sure I was alone. After taking five deep breaths and counting to ten, I laid back down and began to close my eyes again, only to find myself sitting up in a panic as I heard a banging on the front door in the next room over. I stiffened, waiting to see if I was hearing things or not.

          "Abigaill!" A voice rang out behind the door. I slowly got out of bed, found my black robe and shoved it on while heading to the front door and turning on some lights on the way. I opened it to see a frightened Ms. Rojer, the neighbor next door to me, hair still up in curlers, and wearing a panic stricken look on her face. "Are you alright, dear?" She grabbed my hand and tried to look into the room behind me. I nodded and then coughed out some words, quietly,

          "I'm okay, just a bad dream," I looked at her face as it began to soften as she pulled me into a hug.

           "I'm glad you're okay! You screamed so loudly! You gave me such a scare!" I wrapped an arm around her and thanked her for checking in on me. She put her hands on my shoulders and looked me in the eyes, probably to make sure I wasn't on drugs or something.

          "Just remember, it was only a dream. You'll be okay. If you need me, I'm right next door," she patted my shoulders and shuffled back to her apartment room. I turned and closed the front door, locking it and securing it tightly with the deadbolt. I laughed once to myself,

          "Just a dream? More like my second reality." That was a fact, I've never had a dream not come true. Ever since I was a small child, dreams would come true, but since growing up, they only get worse and worse. This dream keeps recurring, almost every night for the past ten years. The only question is now, when is it going to happen, and no part of me wants to find out.