Breed Of Emotions

Macy's Nightmare

With a gasp, Macy woke up, her eyes darting around the room. The black tint of the nighttime had already swallowed up her surroundings, and she could barely make out anything. She continued to look around, her dry lips shakily gasping for oxygen in the warm, damp air. Her pupils, dilated, painstakingly scanned her surroundings in a slow manor. She heard her heart thump, her eyes slightly flinched at the sudden wet noise. It gave her goosebumps to hear her own vital organs make such a sound. As her eyes finally met the window, her breaths slightly sped up and intensified, her inhales making an audible wheezing sound, and her exhales morphed into multiple shaky releases. Her eyelids opened wider, causing pain around the top of her face as she saw the window. No, not the window itself, her lips cracked into a smile of fear and disbelief, a smile of denial. Indeed, she did not fear that second story window, but she greatly feared what was mere centimeters outside of it.
She lifted her right hand, and glazed her fingers over her thigh, suddenly, her face tightened, she bared her teeth, squeezed her eyes shut, and like a bolt of lighting, she brought her index finger and her thumb into a pinching motion, and squeezed the skin on her thighs with all her might. Within seconds, tears flooded from her tear ducks as her honed nails drew a maroon liquid from the depths of her skin. After several seconds of agony and torture, she loosened her grip, and limply dropped her hand to the bedsheets, staining the pure white with scarlet sacrifice. She laid her head back, still concealing her vision behind her eyelids, and breathed a sigh of relief with a smile. Just as she felt safe, just as she had convinced herself that it was a dream, and that she had woken up from it, she felt her heart thump once more, but this time, she felt it in her throat. Her eyes shot open, and her vision cracked to the window like lightening shooting through the stormy sky. It wasn't a dream, blood seeped down her thigh in rivers of foolish relief, and her breathing intensified once more.
Outside the window, was a tall, sleek, black figure. It was impossible to make out any specific figures, the...whatever it was, was too dark, too black to make out any details. All Macy could see, were several lines spiraling out from a slender black stick. It was like a tree, except it's branches were slithering like vile snakes, snakes spying on their prey. Macy felt like a mouse stuck in a snake's den, and she had already given off the scent of her blood.
She saw moonlight illuminating the branches, the whiteness from that lovely night kissed the black snakes, but instead of revealing the color of a healthy tree, it only provided sight to what terrified Macy to her cracking heart, even to her very last breath. It revealed an even deeper shade of black, one that Macy's eyes couldn't even process.