I woke in his arms. The sun crept through the window as dawn broke bringing a streak of Irish light across the white covers. Laying there I had begun to unravel the series of new thoughts from the dreams I had experienced during the early hours.
I was falling; a feeling so unknowing and daunting in a dream that it can immediately tear you back to reality by the up-beating course of your heart. I was falling into the darkest, loneliest parts of my soul, the parts which had only been tampered but never used. I felt an essence in my head, controlling my actions;my thoughts. I suddenly found a knife in my hand;my knife, my sword. It dripped with fresh blood and bore a reflection which was mine, but inhabited by a dark soul which inked my lips black and tore the veins in my face a dark, pulsing colour. the reflection also revealed a figure behind me; a tall figure with blond hair, razor and sunglasses. The immediate urge was to lash out, but an unwanted feeling in my head made me stay and laugh along with Billy-Ray Sanguine as the light left the victim's eyes. I felt a pang of pain in my heart; like I had been stabbed, but the pain only worsened as I realised what I had done. I knelt down shaking the corpse but no movement addressed my tears; only blood. I stopped shaking and laid my head in his chest; my head and heart stopped as no blood pumped through his veins. I knelt over his body, my tears meeting the spotted rain and hot blood on the pavement. And I looked down and closed the eyes if Ghastly Bespoke; as I sent him to an eternal sleep.
I started to shake uncontrollably and my eyes welled hot tears. I rubbed my eyes trying desperately to mop up the boiling water trickling down my face. Ghastly shifted and hugged my tighter. He groaned noticing something wrong and his eyes opened warily; he looked into my eyes and kissed my neck. I hugged him tight sobbing into his shoulder and he gave an expression of confusion and worry, "Baby? Are you Ok?" He kissed the back of my head and stroked my tangled hair. I swallowed, the back of my throat raw; my eyes and head hurt; an exhaustion overwhelmed me and the tears slowly ceased. I looked into his deep, concerned eyes "I'm alright..." I managed my voice thin giving a weak smile "just another nightmare..." I trailed off...
"Do you want to talk about it? Or..." I went in for another hug and shook my head on his shoulder.
'No' I thought... 'I couldn't bear it...'
The thing that had made me so scared was not the nightmare. What made me scared was the prophecy that came with it. The prophecy of my future...
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