Lost

Chapter Two - The Dreams

Drip.  Drip.  Drip.  At this point I was pretty annoyed with my dreams.  They had gotten me in the hospital and made me kill people that I never meant to kill.  Drip.  Drip.  Drip.  Why did I have to think about this, dream about this, feel pain about this, live?  I was only seventeen and these dreams had driven me to the brink of madness.  To the point where I almost killed myself.  I knew that it was not right for me to think these things but it was the truth.  And aren't you supposed to speak the truth?  Drip.  Drip.  Drip.  Why did these idiotic doctors never turn off the sink in the bathroom?  Drip.  Drip.  Drip.  OK, now I'm mad, but I have to deal with it.  I looked over to the guest bed beside me and saw Clara sleeping.  I guess she refused to leave my side last night.  Isn't that sweet?  I sat up in my bed and leaned over only inches away from her face.  I kissed her on the forehead and just like that she was awake.   "Good morning, Angel," I said in my half-hearted attempt to sound enthusiastic.  She took a minute to reply and  I thought something was wrong.  She looked at me with sympathy, until she noticed the worry on my face, then she spread a big smile across her face.  She was the best.  "I'm good, just like really worried about you, your pretty beat-up," She said glancing at the bruises on my arms and neck.  When I looked at my injuries my mind made a flashback to earlier that week.  Yep, I had been in the hospital a whole week and I didn't even feel that bad.  The last words I heard were, "You killed all these innocent people, and now I will not stop until you are found dead."  I never killed anyone it was only in my dreams, which for some odd reason always waited to start at 12:00.  But at 1:00 A.M. someone would always die then the next thing I know, there's someone found dead who died at 1:00 in the morning.  The freaky part is that it's the person I dreamed of.  I looked at Clara and gulped.  I had to stop this demon haunting me or Clara would probably die.