When I Wake (working title)

Again

I tighten my hand around the knife and continue up the stairs after Tanya. Everything is silent. Chills run up my spine causing the hairs on the back of my neck to rise. I can't find her. I turn to enter the bedroom when a sharp pain strikes the back of my head. The knife falls to the floor, as do I. I have just enough strength to roll over and see Tanya.

    "Chester, I really am sorry." After she finishes her sentence my eyes flutter shut and everything goes silent.

    My eyes re-open, but I can't move my hands. I turn to see why, and realize that my arms are being bound to the bed. I try to shake my arms free, but it's useless. When I give up Tanya is walking straight toward me.

    "Chester, Chester, Chester.I know you won't believe me, but I feel awful every time I have to do this. It's nothing personal, it's just your fate." Tanya walks over to the bed and climbs up to straddle my lap.

    "I'm doing this because you need it." She brings up her hands to face and presses her thumbs firmly into my temples. My vision starts to go hazy and I enter a darkness.

I try to speak but screams are all that come out. She thrust the knife in and out again, I've lost count of how many times it pierces my stomach. Why hasn't the pain stopped? I'm now begging to go into shock, or die; anything is better than this.

    "Please! Why are you doing this?" I scream. I can't see her face, the shadows casted across it concealing her identity.  My knees crash onto the hard pavement and I lean my back against the brick wall behind me. I can't do anything but scream because of the pain. I wish I were dead. It feels as if each time the knife is placed back inside me, flames are released into my body. She walks closer to me finally showing her face.

    She kneels down to become eye level with me and whispers, "You're welcome." before driving the knife back into my torso.

    I scream, "It was you!" In that moment Tanya is still on my lap, but now she is laughing. Her laugh is evil.

    "Chester, give it up already. Nobody likes a victim."

    I look down at my torso and gag. My insides are spilling through the cuts that Tanya inflicted during my dream. How could this be happening? It was just a dream. Tanya places her cold hands over my wound, then bringing the bloody hands to her face. After covering her face in my blood she grabs my face with one hand and roughly forces me to look in her direction.

"Look at me! I want to see the life drain from your eyes Chester." Her eyes turn back to that yellow colour I saw once before in the mirror. I can feel the end. I just wish it were coming faster. Tanya leans in one last time and whispers into my ear, "You're welcome."

I shoot up right in bed. My breaths are sharp, quick. That dream felt so real. Only then do I begin to calm down when my wife starts to stir in bed beside me. Pulling the cover up over her shoulder, I gently get out of bed and go to find Apollo.

Author's note:

  So this is a piece I started (and kinda finished) in my senior year of high school. I want it to turn into something much bigger than it is now, but I want to get a reaction to the concept before pouring my blood, sweat, and tears (literally) into this book. I am really hoping to get feedback on this and turn it into something much longer for you guys. Thank you for reading!!