Incubus

It's him

Dear diary,

This has been my secret since forever. I don't know who to speak with about this, so I decided to write it down instead.

When I was in the middle of my senior year in high school, I started getting dreams with this guy. He was hands down the most handsome guy I have ever seen. His hair was curly and often in my dreams does it appear like it is so soft. His lips were taunting, so pink that it seems like they invite you in. His eyes were inviting too, green as emeralds but bright with what I assume to be malice.

I can say so because in my dreams, he forces himself into me. I try to fight, but whenever I open my mouth in my dreams, instead of a scream the sound that comes out was an involuntary moan. It was horrible, and I often wake up crying or shivering with so much fear in my head. My parents were worried sick but I can't tell them what is happening in my dreams. They might think I am crazy or something.

The dreams stopped, but my mind never did. Every night, I was scared to no end that if I fall asleep, he will be there and he will force himself to me again.

I stopped dreaming about him until I finished college. I found a job in a local hospital as a Journal and Music Therapist and the job often demands too much energy and time that I always get home late.

One night after my shift, I quickly went to my car and swiftly drove my way back to my apartment. I was so damn tired that it didn't cross my mind to cook and eat. I just went straight to bed and plopped on my bed. Little did I know that my dreams were ought to come back that night.

In my dream, I was in a bedroom. There were scattered white rose petals on the floor and one beautifully bloomed white rose on top of the bed. My mind was screaming for me to run, or in my case, wake up. But my body has a mind of its own as I walked to the bed perfectly covered with red sheets. I passed a full length mirror and I gasp with what I saw. It was me, only I seemed beautiful. My usual bird nest of a hair was curled to perfection. My pale skin looked like it is glowing. My lips, oh my lips looked sinful. Pink and full that they seemed to be swollen. My eyes were the same color, bluish, only it is filled with a shining glint that only shows whenever I am happy. Am I happy to be in this dream?

I was only wearing a lingerie, a red one. It matches the sheets. So when a pair of strong arms wrapped around me, I jumped at the feel of how needy they were. I looked down on my waist then back at the mirror. It was him again. His eyes held my gaze as we watched each other on the mirror.

"Who are you?" I asked. Even my voice sounded different, it sounded dewy and seductive.

He smiled at me, the same glint of his eyes was there. It was odd that I feel no fright or urge to be away from him this time. "I am Harry." He hands me the bloomed rose and I hesitantly took it.

"I am... Angel."

"Your name suits you," he coos and simply kisses my shoulder. His finger tip playing with the thin strap of the red lingerie before he flicks it lightly and moves it away, removing the barely-there cover of my shoulder.

Harry continues his assault on my shoulder and I absentmindedly tilted my head back, allowing him to have access to my neck and jaw. A moan escapes, this time, it was not involuntary. Why am I liking this? It is obviously going to lead to something else, but why am I not stopping him?

He turns me around to face him and I watched him watch me with hungry eyes. But then it softened for a little while and disappeared just as fast as it showed. His hand caressed my cheek gently and his eyes met mine before looking down on my lips.