Dance Without Me | n.h

Chapter 28: Motherly Love

Chapter 28:




Darkness.




I can hardly see anything, but I know I'm running. My breathing is rapid and my mind is a blur.




I can feel the warmth from the moisture building on my forehead.




Something else I notice, I'm terrified.




I don't know what of, but then I hear footsteps behind me. I panic and begin to run faster.




The grass of the empty field I'm in is wet with dew, but it has no end. I look around me but all I can see is more grass. No matter how far I run, I never get closer to the end.




Out of nowhere, my foot catches on nothing and I stumble to the ground. My whole body bounces off of the grass with a thud.




I try to scurry to my feet but my entire being is heavy. Like gravity is holding me down, I can't get up.




I turn around to lay on my back when I hear the footsteps behind me stop. When I turn around, I come face to face with a pair of cold, black eyes.




"No!" I scream as my eyes fly open and I sit upright in bed.




Looking around me I notice I'm just in my bedroom, alone. And Kyle isn't here.




My heart rate begins to slow as I take in my position on the ground.




I check my phone and see that it's around 6 am, I see no signs of me going back to sleep.




What's the point of doing anything else though? There's no point to anything. Not these days.




The foggy feeling that once clouded my mind when I first got to this damned house is back.




I don't think I could make a facial expression if I tried. My face remains in an impassive stare, my eyes probably appear to be glazed over. I hope they actually are, that way I won't see anything clearly when I look in the mirror.




I can't keep a train of thought for more than a minute without getting a headache. There's no point in thinking about things anyways, they will all be gone in a month or so. All the things I know and loved will be gone, it will all be gone. Gone, gone, gone.




I don't even know what I'm thinking about any more. I just keep replaying the word gone over and over.




I like the way it sounds. I like the way it feels. Like a fresh start, like a final end.




I groggily throw on my practicing gear. I may as well make my new future life better than this life. And obviously I can only depend on myself to do that.




I have learned now to trust nobody, and to gain nobody's trust.