First Comes Death

Dreams imitate life.

There I was. Watching myself teeter on the ledge of a building. I could tell this wasn't real. But it still terrified me. Why was my subconscious making me see this.

I walked towards myself cautiously. The me on the ledge began to sway before slowly turning around. This me was not mentally stable in the slightest. This me was also not me at all. I was missing an eye my cheek skin was gone and you could see inside my mouth...from both sides.

Now that I had realized it, I was completely rotting everywhere. But I still continued in my strides. For some foolish reason I asked "who are you?". Even though I knew this was some fucked up version of myself. I-wait, she-yeah let's just go with she. She began muttering incoherently so I reluctantly walked closer and said "speak up." She walked off the ledge, and began walking towards me.

As hesitant as I was to be this close to a dead person I didnt move. One because this was me and I wouldn't hurt myself. And two I was 9.99%  sure this was a messed up dream. We were now forehead to forehead.

The stench pertruded my nose and made me gag but I couldn't move. She had began holding my hands. Well with what was left of hers. But she was no longer menacing she just looked sad and lost. The fragmented words were now full sentences.

I was starting to hear a faint beeping in the background. Coming somewhere from the inky black sky. I ignored it. I asked to her to speak up again. She began to scream in my face the stench becoming all too strong. Without thinking I shoved her.

She had no balance and began to stumble backwards before I could do anything she tripped over the ledge. I ran after her regretting what I had done. I had expected to see her flattened to the asphalt. Instead she was clinging to the side. The impact must have made what was left of right hand tear and fall to the blackness below because it was nowhere to be seen.

The beeping had grown louder but I had to hear what she had to say. I stretched my body over the edge as much as I could with no blatant regard for the bottlemless pit below me. And said "grab my hand I'll pull you up." She grabbed it with no thought before or after. She said "lean in."

In those two minutes her voice had shifted. No longer sounding raspy or hoarse. Instead sounding identical to mine. She began to speak "no one tells you that when those things kill you you never really die you just become trapped until you are able to develop the brain cells to finally finish yourself."

I was dumbfounded I didnt know what to say. So I just opted for "what do you mean?" "Who killed you?" She never did answer. Instead she simply laughed and let go of my hand. I sat there until I heard the sound of body hitting pavement.

The beeping then became defeaning and I shot up completely awake. My bangs were almost dripping wet and matted to my forehead. I thought I was in a small puddle before realizing it was just my bed. My immediate first thought coming out of that dream was 'what the fuck does that mean!?!?!?'
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