The Dark Side (Improved)

The King

Xavier 

It's always the same dream. Every-night, like clockwork. A woman screaming, a boy crying and a man who was suppose to be their but wasn't. The woman had beautiful eyes, they were sky blue. Her skirt was flowing and bouncing around as she was dancing to soft music in the background. It is vivid I can almost hear her. "La, la, la, la". Her voice is warm and it caresses you like Egyptian cotton. She calls the boy and he comes running to her as she waltzes in her pink bouncy skirt. He thought "It looks like cotton candy". 

It always starts the same but the middle changes from night to night. Sometimes she wears a blue skirt. Sky blue, with delicately ironed pieces that folds over as she dances. The boy thinks "Ah.. it matches her eyes". The middle always changes but the end is always the same. The two dance as she cooks in the kitchen. The smell flows through her hair as she picks him up. Her loosely curled hair drapes over is face and blocks his view. Boom! A sound loud enough to break glass. The beautiful lady grip loosens and her breathe heavy. She is in pain, he sees it in her eyes but she doesn't cry, neither did she shriek. 

She falls to the floor with a large thud while her loosely curled black hair is delicately sweeping the floor. The boy looks down and sees her skirt is ruined. He tries to get up and clean it but her grip on him tightens. He can tell she doesn't want him to move. He doesn't know why he thinks this. Maybe it was her eyes. Clear as day but he saw the storm approaching and the blue sky turned grey. He stayed he didn't move. Her skirt changed into a darker version of itself. It kept spreading as if it was devouring her. He wanted to tell it to stop but he didn't, he didn't want to upset the beautiful woman.

He smelt the food they were cooking before, it now smelt burnt and the sun that shined through the open door, the light that once was beautiful to him began to blind him. So he closed his eyes. It was dark but the woman still breathed so he kept his eyes closed. He counted each time "One, two, three...." but as he continued the interval between each breathe became longer. Footsteps. Loud and demanding walking towards them. Slow, steady yet demanding. The steps echoed through the floor. "Was she hearing it too?" he thought. He slightly opened his eyes and saw the faint image of a man. He was in all black. He had on a coat, why? the boy didn't know. It was the summer, why was he wearing a coat? He was curious but he didn't ask. For some reason he felt like he shouldn't. 

The strange shadow knelt down and touched the woman's hair then her neck. He stood up and Boom! the sound came again but this time the woman's grip didn't tighten it fell and lay dead in the pool of red ink as she lay beside the boy. The man walked away but not before saying words too loud to be a whisper but low enough for a prayer "Goodnight, old friend". Then the man stood up and walked way. 

The boy got up after the shadow man left and tried to wake the beautiful woman. Her black loosely curled hair was now hardened with the red liquid that tainted her pretty skirt. He tried to wake her but she didn't move. He became frantic. Tears pooled down his eyes and washed the red ink off his face.

The tears kept falling until a man came running in the kitchen behind a woman who looks similar to the beautiful woman. She screamed and shouted. It scared him and the tears fell more. The man stood their shocked he said words but the boy could no longer hear it. He could not hear it but he saw the man lips move through his salty tears "I wasn't here, I wasn't here". He just kept repeating the same words over  as tears silently fell down his face. The boy became angry. Why were they sitting their and not trying to wake the beautiful woman? She was awake and he knew it. She held him and danced with him it all felt so real. So why were they doing nothing?. The other lady rushed to him still screaming and held him in her arms. "Her hugs are cold. Not warms like the pretty lady in the pink skirt".

The man slowly made his way over to the pretty woman and kissed her eyes, her cheeks, and finally her lips. He began shouting orders and men appeared. He was now angry and enraged. But the boy saw sadness in his eyes. He was no longer angry at the man. The strange man was also in pain. The boy pushed away the lady that held him and ran over to the pretty lady. He shook her again but she was still. He lifted her hands to his face but it fell. Like dead weight.

He realized she wasn't going to wake up so he laid beside her in the red ink and cried the tears she never let fall. He began to think through his tears why was the man never here? If he was here would the pretty lady still be smiling? He wasn't sure. So he turned to the man and asked him. "Why weren't you here?". The man never answered but just stared at the boy with eyes that looked dead. The food was burning it smelt disgusting.

The boy looked back at the woman, his body felt weak and it slowly fell to the ground. Then poof, darkness. 

Xavier woke up drenched in sweat, fast breathing. In and out. pause. In and out. The dreams came like this every night, that was if he actually slept. "It's always the same dream". He thought. "A woman screaming, a boy crying and a man who was suppose to be their but wasn't".