Mr. Misty-Eyed | Josh Dun

dream sequence | thirty-six

"Don't go..."

My eyelids fluttered as the soft whispers that were carried by the wind invaded my ears. The sound of waves lapping at a shoreline calmed the nerves I had, but still I stayed where I was.

"Please, don't go..."

My fingers trailed over the soft blades of grass at my sides and I gulped back my fears, opening my eyes partially. Tree branches jutted out across the bleak sky, crisscrossing as though they were some sort of cage bars. I sat up slowly, opening my eyes wide to see the lush green grass that had sprouted up underneath were I had been laying, but there was no water in sight though the soft crashing of waves continued on.

It was as though the dark rotted forest I had become accustomed to still had some life left in it, trying its hardest to break the surface of the blackness that held it in. With shaky knees I stood and watched as the grass where my back had been started to brown and die, turning into dirt in moments.

I took a step away from the area and watched in amazement as my foot pressed down into the muddy earth, fresh grass and budding flowers sprouted up from the ground. I stumbled back in surprise, again watching as the plants came to life and then died as my feet tripped across the forest floor.

My mind ran wild with possibilities as to what it could mean, but my body froze as the deep voice once again hit my ears.

"Stay, stay..." It chanted.

"Don't go," It repeated, sounding a lot closer than it had seconds before.

I whirled around in my spot and gasped as my shadow came toward me, that same devilish grin he always wore putting fear back in me. And this time he didn't break apart, he gathered me up in his arms and held on tight, covering me in the pitch black I knew all too well.

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