The Messenger

The First of Them All

He was there and I felt his cold eyes staring at with such hate. The same man that was not visible to others, not even to me, I felt him. He grabbed me and pulled me in his direction slowly. He then took his dark, long, sharp claws and slid the sharpest across my neck. For the first time, I bled in color, the sharpest color of red ran across my skin. My eyes were cold and lifeless and I was the faintest color of gray. And then I awakened.

My scream filled the halls of my home with fear. Footsteps stomped down the hall to assure me of my safety, but I was not safe. This was the first time I had ever found color in my dreams, but it was only red. Red! the color of anger, the color of blood, a fearful color. When my mother had found me, I was screaming in my bed. I had never had so much fear before. 'Oh Gabrielle it was only a dream.' she said. I knew she was right, but her words still felt empty with not a bit of truth. How was I safe and he's here! He's watching me! He is the invisable man.

Today I talked to my counsler. I told her everything, my dreams and what I felt. All the color in her face had flushed. She didn't seem to be herself today. Her face carried out the most blank expression as if she had something heavy on her soul. She simply ensured me that I just had a bad case of anxiety, she claimed that it was all in my head. There was no passion in her words today not even a feeling in them, just meaningless thoughts spit into the air. I told her what I saw, but it only seemed to make her more uncomfortable. She still brushed over it as if she did not want to be associated with it. 'I saw it! He was there! He was tall with hateful death eyes! He split open my neck!'

This was the third week that I've dreamed of this man. I've come in with the same story, same dream but this was not like the others. The dreams just started rolling in 5 months after turning 16. Something about me changed once I reached that age. Some told me, I was mearly growing into myself, but how could this be I was a child. Mother tries to insist that I had been a normal child all my life until now, but was this correct? I have always had more night mares than dreams, each in black and white; each with something coming to get me, only difference is now they are more intense. 'What does this man look like?' asked my counsler. I attempted to explain but it felt as though words could not escape my lips. I pulled out a sheet of paper and began to draw his horribly disfigured shape, with long claws, and hate built into his eyes. His face looked as if it had a face carved directly in Hell. When I had finished I erased it until the picture until it was barely seen. I then handed the paper to her and she had a puzzled expression on her face. She then asked why he was erased and I explained to her that he was the invisable man that watches me. She went pale and silent. We sat there for several moments until I gently excused myself and left the room. What had come over her? One could only wonder.

For the rest of the day I walked through the school halls without a sound, just a thought. It felt as if I were not really there, like I was in a parallel universe, until I was brought back to reality. I triped over some kids foot and nearly fell right down the stairs. It all happened in a flash. I threw my hands out, hoping to catch myself, and closed my eyes, but to my surprise they never hit the ground. Something was wrapped around my waist keeping me from falling. Suddenly, my body was being pulled up ever so gently and slowly. I looked back to see eyes lost in mine. A tall boy stood before me, one I had never seen before. He was handsom, with light carmel skin tone, beautiful brown eyes and time black curls around his head. I tried to thank him but words could not leave my lips.Something in his eyes were just so mesmerizing, it frightned me. Our eyes met for that split second, then I jetted off down the hall with not a single look behind me.

The rest of the day was spent remembering the moment in the hall. Who was that boy? Why did he catch me. It was as if he knew I was to be there, that I would fall. Then his touch, as big and strong as he was, was so soft and gentle as if he were handling a newborn child. Not to forget the way he looked at me, like I was the most amazing thing he had ever saw. What did he see? More importantly, who was this boy? I feel as though I have to know him.