Sick Is the New Sane

Into The Realm

I saw the fog. I saw the faces. I was back in my dream. I was in some kind of junk yard. There was tons of crushed cars and pieces of scrap metal piled on top of each other. There was smoke everywhere you could barely see. There were whispers in the distance. Some of the cars were on fire.

"Hello?" I said into the fog. The faint whispers kept chattering.

"Welcome back Harley" I heard someone say.

"Who's there?!" I yelled

I saw the demon emerge from the thick fog. He was dressed similarly to when I first met him. His hair was fluttering in the wind. And he had a scowl on his face. I noticed he had a beautiful cross ear ring made of diamonds on one ear.

This time he walked right up to me but he didn't try to kill me. He was a lot taller than me. He smelled heavily of fire and smoke.

"Who are you?" I asked looking up into his surprisingly icey blue eyes.

"Why Harley dear, I thought you would have known" he smirked darkly

"Why do you meet me in my dreams"

"I am your disease, your sickness, all the lies, you can't escape my grip Harley."

The way he said my name was like he was soft and beautiful. He had a deep subductive low voice that had a hint of calm and relaxation in it. His curly black hair blew gently in the wind.

"Are you afraid?" He leaned down to my face. We were inches apart.

I had an odd attraction to him. Almost like I should kiss him.

And that moment before I knew it his lips were on mine and his hand was on my face.

I gasped and sat up. It was still the middle of the night. I got out of bed to go get some water in the main room. I saw Andy sitting there quietly on the couch. the moonlight shone down on him like he was an angel.

"Andy? Is that you?" I whispered walking over to him.

He just grunted and looked down.

"What are you doing up?" I asked as I sat next to him.

"I don't want to face my dreams." He said sleepily.

"So you haven't slept this whole time?"

"No, the doctor gave me medicine and I guess the side effects keep me up."

He turned to me slowly.

"Have you ever heard of the Prophet" he whispered coldly.

"He's been in my dreams...." I squeaked.

"You have to get away from him Harley, he's going to drag you deeper and you won't be able to get away from him." Andy took my hand and I could tell he was genuinely worried.

"What do you mean I won't be able to get away?" I gulped.

"He's the fallen angel, Harley. He takes you into his underworld and you'll die. That's why some people lose their minds and they can't wake up. It's because he's taken them."

"How do you know this?" I was actually kinda worried.

"I've seen him in my dreams too. When I was a teenager. I kind of looked up to him in a weird way, he taught me not to be afraid of the darkness." Andy looked lost. "The only thing is that....he's come back for me."

"He.....he did something to me in my dream." I admitted

"Wh-what did he do Harley?"

"He kissed me."

"No, he didn't....he couldn't have. HARLEY DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!"

"Andy calm down you're going to wake everyone up....."

"You can't leave now. You're his now...." Andy looked like he had lost all hope

In the shadows of the moonlight, I could see the Prophet standing there in the dark corner behind Andy. I didn't want to freak him out so I just kept darting my eyes back and forth.

"Harley what are you doing...."

I slowly pointed to the dark figure behind him. Andy saw him too and stood up and stood in front of me protectively.

The Prophet came out of the shadows and his black leather and chains shown in the moonlight.

"Harley, Harley, Harley, my precious little angel. What are you doing with this youngling." He spoke to us in a cold tone. He sounded more human now. He had black marks all over him and his face was covered in patchy makeup.

"Get away from her..." Andy spat.

"We meet again Andrew...long time no see. Miss you my boy." The Prophet sighed. He treated Andy like a son almost.

"If you touch her....I'm going to...to.."

"To what son, send me back to the underworld? I own the underworld now. All of my demons and ghosts are under my command."

He slowly crept closer.

In the moonlight he was almost beautiful. His long black hair glistened and you could see more of his more human like features. His black wings were folded behind his back. He wore silver and gold jewelry. Glittering crosses and skulls.

"You aren't taking her...." Andy was begging at this point.

With a snap of his hand, I flew into the Prophet's arms. He was holding me bridal style as he started to back away into the darkness.

"Harley!!!" I heard someone scream before the whole world went black