one night, as gerald slept, she came to visit him in his dreams.
"wake," she would breathe, "come to me. stop your selfish fears." she closed her eyes, and turned into an odd shade of ivory. she then re-opened her eyes. but gone was her everyday color, replaced with something fearful. her eyes were black. she opened her mouth slowly, looked at him, and began screaming.
his eyes flew open, and he stared in utter horror at the ceiling.
"oh god." he screeched, ripping the blankets off and hurriedly shoving his feet into a pair of shoes nearby.
without bothering to lock his front door, he ran down the never ending bleak corridor.
like a madman, he shouted "i'm coming! i'm coming! don't die, don't die!"
for the love of god, don't die.
he zoomed down multiple staircases, stumbling repeatedly, 'til finally, he reached her floor.
gerald caught sight of her door, and stopped short when he saw it was open a crack. he walked towards it, and slowly pushed it open.
she laid on the floor, eyes almost shut, her lips the same color as below her eyes. her chest rose weakly.
he walked over to her, and bent down. he brushed the hair out of her eyes.
"you came." she whispered, a single tear falling down her cheek. she held onto his hand, and gently squeezed it.
"i'm sorry." he sobbed softly, watching her short life seep out from her eyes. her eyes turned black. her skin changed into an odd shade of ivory.
she whimpered once, and then
...stayed quiet.
the girl of his dreams turned into his dream, or rather, his nightmare.
gerald never quite recovered after that. and to this day, everyday, he still recalls how her eyes looked at him before fluttering shut.
wherever she is, he thinks to himself, he hopes she doesn't have those bags anymore.
