Chapter 1: Gabriel

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Chapter 1: Gabriel

Held down. Restricted. Unable to move. Dry mouth. Tight throat. Bloody wrist that sting with a burning pain. She needs me but I can't help her. She yells my name and with every yell it pierces my heart. The five headed beast grabs her tight by the ankles and drags her. It's helpless. Am not ready. Am weak. The beast stares into me with it's soulless tar dark eyes and lets out a vicious roar that shakes me to my very core.

"Time's Up!"

I wake in a sweaty panic. I sit on the edge of the bed trying to catch my breath. I head to the bathroom to wash my face.The nightmares always end the same, no matter the beginning. That girl is always there but I can never save her. Am always too weak. I feel like I know her like we've met before in a past life . Her eyes. I can't forget those big brown eyes filled with tears, all that pain, I can see all of her hurt but her pain wasn't from the beast. It was already inside her.

Am up most of the night from night terrors so I always feel like shit in the mornings.They started eight years ago when I was ten. My mother was a waitress at this small diner just at the edge of town. She was filled with so much life even though my father tried to beat it out of her. Me and sometimes my sister Ruth snook there when my dad was passed out drunk. We watched her work and she would say a quote every time, but I never understood it.

"It is not in the stars to hold our destiny, but in ourselves."

While working a late shift two guys had been drinking and got into a big argument, cussing and yelling. My mom tried to get them to stop. One guy just got more annoyed and a pulled a gun. He put it right in the middle of her forehead then shut her lights out. I gave up faith in people, myself, and the little faith I had left in God. My father got worst, beat me in the day and drank himself away at night. My sister is like a second mother now, she kept her faith, stayed strong, and never complained. Life went on but with every day a piece of me died and I eventually became nothing. Just an empty vessel going through the motions.

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