Dream and Disaster

Chapter Two

  It was pitch black. A void to emptiness. And here I am, standing on the spotlight. A presentable meal to the hungry monsters. A prostitute waiting to be snatched by demons. A candlelight that will be blown away in just a single breath. But no matter what happens, I'm still going to be stuck in this light. The cycle of fear goes on.

"Ah yes, here we are again. Just you and me."

I became furious hearing that same voice. That same demonic voice that kept creeping me on my sleep. That shadow that still me.

"Not to be rude but, what do you want from me? What's so special about me? What do I have that interests you the most?"

The shadow laughed like someone just tickled. "You are really something."

I start to quench my fist but at the same time I don't want to do it. I'm just a cell fighting an animal.

"Well, if you're really that eager to know, seeing you try to punch me but you can't, I'll just say it anyway."

I became really furious. My anger became the boiling point of water, raging for justice."

"DO IT NOW OKAY? ITS BEEN TWO WEEKS NOW SINCE I FIRST SAME TO THIS LAND. IF YOU DON'T TELL ME, I'LL-"

The shadow placed a misty finger on my lip. Trying to shush me off.

"Now, now. There's no need to rage. I'll tell you the reason. If I tell you the reason, will you calm down?"

I stepped away from the hand and breathed for a moment. Thinking twice on where this is going but I go for it anyway. Even if I have trust issues.

"Fine, spill the beans you pedo freak."

The shadow showed of its wide grin. Giving me the shivers. It's red eyes looked down on me. "Well, if that's the case. I'll do it then."

I started to place my ear on what the shadow was trying to tell me.

"You have a bloodline to a shadow like me. That's why. So I started to become interested. Shadows like to follow people you know."

I paused myself for a moment. Reflecting on what life has given to me.
I heard enough for today.

"Wake me up please you nightmare freak."

The shadow smiled. "Close your eyes now."
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It has been two weeks now, living in a house that I've been welcomed by. I woke up on a a somewhat comfortable bed in a small room. It has some compartments which I can put some important stuff. If I had any. But this will do overall nicely.

I went downstairs for some breakfast. Maybe some oatmeal will do just fine as long as they have sugar. Honey doesn't go well with oatmeal so I had to suggest. I went to the dining table and all I see is just myself on the table. Barely even set up for breakfast with empty plates and glasses still lying clean inside the cabinets. I walked to the drawer and the spoons and forks aren't even touched by anyone yet.

"So I have to do it again huh."

I opened the cabinet, making that eerie creaky sound it makes. I got the plates and stacked them on my hand. I then moved to the dinner table, placing the plates with order. I grabbed the spoons and forks and the glasses as well to hurry up a bit. I slowly kicked the drawer closed and the same thing with the cabinet. I placed them all nice and orderly in hopes of nothing will fall when I turned around.

I wiped my forehead and the remaining sweat of my body. I breathed some fresh morning air to see that it was a good day.

"Now to find those two."