I live in a nightmare where I only seem to wake when I sleep. Sometimes the nightmare dies, but comes back immediately. But why...?
"Granny? Granny is that you?"
"Fuck off, shunny!"
I fade into the painful, yet gleaming light before waking up.
It always ends in my death.
I rock back and fourth in my rocking chair.
"I had that dream again... I-I died.. Before her. Why can't she die? WHY CAN'T SHE DIE!?!" I say. The panic sinks in quicker than the words of my therapist. "Calm down sweetheart, it was just a dream. I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation." He says, looking over his clipboard to meet my eyes. The glare on his glasses made it nearly impossible to see his, yet I could feel them almost boiling my flesh. "I thought you were here to help me?" I ask. "I hardly think burning my skull with your lazer vision is necessary." I state, uncomfortable. "My apologies. Am I upsetting you, little one." He seemingly pulled a trigger in my brain. Possibly from the childhood he made me forget in our last session. "Don't. Call me little." I say through gritted teeth. I grabbed a plastic butter knife and held it to his throat. "Honey, that won't cut me, remember? This is why your not allowed to use metal objects." He says. Everything in the room was either foam or a hologram. I sat back in my rocking chair. The only thing other than the couch that was real. I felt defeated. Again. All I wanted to do was cry, but i held it in. I'd have felt weak letting him see a single tear trickle from my eye. I'm stronger than that. I think to myself. "Darling, just admit it to yourself. It was just a dream and that is all it ever will be." He says. But it wasn't. Granny can't die. My thoughts swirl in my head like a tornado. "It wasn't a fucking dream." I say. "Your grandmother is not immortal, Ruby." He growls. "Immortality is not real." I look at him as he says that. But what if it was? What if he was just too blind to see it? I walk out of the room suddenly, only for him to chase after me. "Code red! Code red! A patient has escaped! Send back-up!!" I hear from behind me. "Time to get out of this hell hole." I mutter. I run down several hallways before coming across the exit door. "SHIT." I whisper, noticing there is a fingerprint lock on the door. I run back to grab someone from the break room. "Yes." I hiss, stopping in the kitchen to get a knife. I run into the break room and take a hand. SCHLSHH! The blade sings violently. I may finally get my freedom.
