Awaken
I awoke at dawn. The sunlight haunts– creeps to my eyes. I’m not supposed to be here. I’m supposed to be in her arms. I’m supposed to feel her warm tears on my cheeks as we embrace. She would whisper words of forgiveness and give me kisses of joy. My nightmare must of been true. My soul is lost forever. No, I can’t think such things. She would be downstairs. She would smile and laugh at my cowlick hair. Anna was down the hall. She had to be.
"Anna?", I whispered.
The rapid beat of my heart stopped. No, it couldn’t be. Anna, my Anna was dead. A pool of her life– her blood trailed on the floor. My fate– it couldn’t be true. I vomited and soon screamed at the horror. Her eyes were opened. Her once ocean blue eyes were now dead of emotion– gray and emotionless as a dead sea. Her once pink lips that I kissed were now pale and cold as snow. I touched her hand– searching for a sign of life but all I felt was the aura of sorrow. I turned my hand to see my palm. Red blossom covered it. The stained dagger told me everything. I’m not awakening from a nightmare. I’m living it and I killed the only love that fed my unquenchable soul.
I had to hide the body. The body looked so perfect in its position almost like a marble angel at the graves. No, she was much pure– to beautiful to be compared to them. I’m not mad, you must believe me. My hands shook. After regretfully using the duty of an axe on her delicate body, I placed her body in the chest. A chest full of my life, my future and now my sorrow.
With a silent cry, I tossed the chest in the pond in at the back of her house. Questions that were never answered went through my mind. Why did I take her life? I tried to remember when I killed her but no vision of a memory came to my mind. I remember the idea of it happening but I don’t remember why or how I had the strength to do such a demon’s work. It was almost like a dream. You remember what happened but you don’t know how it started or ended. No, this life isn’t a dream, this is a nightmare. Oh, how the fates must be smiling at such irony.
I must hurry. The rest of the evidence must be hidden. I quickly washed away the blood on the floor and then scrubbed my hands till they were pink from the steaming water. The axe, I cleaned till the blade was shining, as the crystal waters in the sun. I heard the knock on my door, which I must tell you was expected . The officer smiled asking to come in. I smiled with a mask of welcome and ease. The officer inspected my home, looking for signs of my regret. I offered the man a seat hoping to ease his thoughts, to forget his reasoning of coming here but the officer refused and turned down the hall.
I had to keep my hands in the pockets of my coat for if they were loose, I would’ve took action and lose my temper on the man. The man was in my Anna’s room. This room was for me. They were my memories for my eyes only. I did not want the eyes of an outsider in what was left of her.
The officer found no evidence and was about to turn to leave when he saw the staircase. No, not the staircase! How could I be so blind, so stupid! The dagger, the weapon, the bloody curse that took my beloved’s life was up those stairs. I had to escape. I offered the man a cup of tea. The officer agreed and I promised to meet him up the stairs after I’m done brewing it.While my heart was racing, I calmly walked down the stairs. As soon as my hand reached the door knob, I sprinted with what’s left inside me: sorrow and despair.
I ran with whatever force I had in me. I quickly made a sharp turn and ran faster– my feet pounding the ground. I didn’t know how far or how long I’ve been running but when I was sure my feet were bleeding, I stopped. I gasped for air as if I’ve been holding my breath as long as the dead itself. I couldn’t breath, no matter how much my lungs gasped and begged for air. Suddenly a cloak of darkness came to my eyes and I sank to a dark oblivion.
I opened my eyes. I was still in the woods but I wasn’t alone. My Anna was there. She offered her hand to me and I quickly took it. Where I was before must of been another dream for her hand felt solid and warm in my hand. As soon as I stood, Anna was gone. No, it had to be real and like a voice coming from the heavens, I heard a giggle. I turned and my heart raced. She was with me. I was never alone. My nightmare wasn’t possible– couldn’t be possible, no dream could make me laugh or smile the way I do here in reality– with Anna.
I turned to kiss her but she quickly dodged my embrace.
"You have to catch me first!", she teased..
I chased after her– hungry for what I could’ve lost. We made a couple of turns and came upon a lake. At one end of it was a bridge. She quickly crossed it and I followed just as fast. She ran a couple of strides, when one of the planks of the bridge broke. No, my nightmare couldn’t be my reality. Somehow I was able to grab her hand in time. I could’ve pulled us to safety but the fates would have none of that. The plank I knelled on broke as well. My free hand reached for whatever was left of the bridge. I screamed in agony. The weight was to much to bear.
I awoke again with no memory of whether Anna’s life was saved or not. I cried out my fear, my despair. Was this reality or another nightmare for me to bear. The mocking dagger sat in my hands. A body of a girl who once had ocean blue eyes floating in the river.
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Awaken
Short StoryThe story takes place in the 1800s. A man is haunted by his own guilt when he kills his lover, Anna. He begins to have a series of dreams with a similar ending- the lost of his Anna. As his dreams continue he begins to forget which is reality and or...