"Are you coming to bed now, or are you sit up with that fucking screen flashing all the damn night?" My angered wife, Mias voice erupted from our bedroom. I ran my fingers through my tangled hair and shut my laptop and pushed the dark, leather swivel chair back from the desk the laptop is propped on and stand up. "Yes darling" I said wearily, trying to keep my voice as cheery as I could. It was getting harder and harder as the days went on. You see, my wife, had a tragic accident 6 months or so back, giving her emotional stress.
Of course, this tragedy came with many problems. Our son mostly lived with Mias sister and of course it broke Mias heart. She couldn't do the things mothers usually do. Cuddle up with their children at night, take them to school everyday, even make their meals.
This had had effect on our relationship and admittedly, we hadn't had sex in a long time. To keep myself satisfied, I lucid dreamt every night. Shamefully, I dreamt up Asian schoolgirls and well, you know. This satisfied my burning desire for sex through the long days of looking after my depressed wife to the next night when it could happen again.
It hurt me a lot to see Mia like that, short tempered and angry. I couldn't remember the woman I had married and I was close to the edge. I walked into the bedroom and slid into bed beside Mias hunched body and shut my eyes. She had her back turned away from me and I could hear her angry, short breaths. Forget about sex, we barely even talked back then. I had trained myself in them 6 months to be able to lucid dream, almost instantly as I fell into a half conscious state. I began astral projecting, slipping into a subconscious yet conscious state.
I woke up, unaware of where I was. The room was dark and cold and I was seemingly alone. I dared get up and explored the room. No Asian school girls to be found. It was disappointing. My eyes focused on a dark door, merging in with the dark wall. I could hear a distant, tinny scrabbling noise, coming from behind the door. Since this was a dream, it appeared I had nothing to lose. I walked swiftly over to the door and opened it, and when I did so, my stomach clenched horribly.
It was my ex girlfriend.
Yes, I was quite worried/scared since she was my ex. My ex girlfriend. We hadn't parted on good terms, of course. I had left her for my wife now, Mia. She stared at me with those eyes.
Those accusing eyes.
Her eyes bored into me, making my eyes burn so that I had to look away. I couldn't bare to even look up again. Where was my school girl? Why was she here?
I heard her small, clear voice come across the room. "She wanted you to see her Jack" I looked up into them eyes and instantly regretted it. Worse than accusation, there were tears. Clear, big tears slid down her pale cheeks.
Since it was a dream and I hadn't had a hug in a long time, I took a step closer to her and wrapped my arms around her small figure and buried my face in her long blonde hair. This Danielle, hadn't aged over the 10 years since her death, she was still the same teenage girl who I had loved dearly. I placed my hand on the small of her back and pulled her tighter.
Suddenly, in my hand, was a knife and it was now embedded in her skin. I hadn't dreamt that up. I had always been in control in my dreams, up until then. I let go of the knife and took a step back from her, my hand going to my mouth trying to stop the bile coming up from my throat. The blood on my hands stained my lips and I turned away and puked on the floor.
When I turned back, I saw her pale, lifeless body fall to the floor. Her body was contracting and expanding as she let out ragged breaths from her pale mouth. I put my hand on her cheek and tried to soothe her as the tears poured harder down her cheeks. After what seemed eternity, she closed her eyes and she seemed at rest.
