I awoke with a start, gasping for air, felling the beads of sweat rolling down the side of my head toward my jaw line. I sat up almost immediately looking around for 'her'. But once again, she was nowhere to be found. It had happened again, the same dream, with her, she was there.
Trying to catch my breath I attempted to picture the horrifying events that had taken place in the dream. I remember being in a dark room, with an olden-day styled chest of drawers with a persian mirror sitting on the desk top of it. A single wooden rocking chair sat in the far right hand corner, the white lace curtains behind it, stained with blood, were closed, but the window behind them was not, making them sway gently in the breeze.
A high, piercing scream came from the mirror. I spun around, the mirror was shattered, blood dripping from the cracks. AS the screaming continued, the pitch kept getting higher and higher and more deffening by the second. Then somehow the blood took shape, or was I just hallucinating? I take a step forward, toward the blood covered mirror, and what I see scares me beyond help. A little girl, painted through blood. Her features were very distinctive, long hair that went down to her hips, gently brushed behind her sholders.
She has a teddy in her right hand, it's dragging on the floor slightly as she walks toward me slowly. I look up at her face, small chubby cheeks, large sloping forehead, but her eyes, her eyes were her main key feature, I puzzled for a moment how i did not see them earlier. They were charcole black, the only other part any other colour than red, the whole eyeball. At the exact moment I noticed them she quickened her pace toward me, she was now in a full sprint, straight at me. Abnormally fast for a girl of her size. I tried to back away from the mirror toward the oak door, to get as far away as possible. But I couldn't move, so instead, I raised my arms over my head, bracing myself. I wait a while, expecting a late reaction, but nothing.
I slowly uncover my face, the little girl is gone, there is no more bloody on the mirror and it's not shattered. Maybe I 'was' hallucinating. There's no more noise. Then rather abruptly the mirror shattered, again. But this time pieces of sharred glass go flying in every direction. A large piece cuts the skin above my right eye, and I can feel blood rappidly dripping down my face. I raise my left arm and whipe away the blood, which stings like a thousand needles entering my skin at once.
The noise had stopped, all that was left was the broken mirror on its perch, the rocking chair and the eerie silence, just hanging in the air, suspended above me. A deep husky breathing replaces the silence. I hold my breath, discovering it's not my own. My heart is racing, faster than I feel safe. The blood from my eyebrow has made it's way to my shirt collar, it's warm, soaking into my shirt. I continue to hold my breath as I turn around, now able to move. I'm hoping the lack of oxygen entering my lungs will kill me before whatever is behind me does.
I gasp, taking in my first breath in over two minutes. I couldn't help it, i was mortified. The girl, she was sitting in the chair, not made of blood, but still covered in it. It dripped from her ear lobes, gushed out of her nose, ran out of her eye sockets and drooled out of her mouth. I screamed, and this time, noise escaped my lips. But it wasn't my voice, it was Hers, She had her mouth open so wide I could almost see down her throat, no noise escaping her, but instead being projected from me, as though she was inside me, controlling my soul.
I felt empty, as though I had no insides, then as though they were being ripped out of me. It was excruciating, the pain ripped at my stomach, like she had forced her hand down my throat, looking for something, tearing at everything in her way. All the while I was still screaming with her voice.
My body went numb, and at this point she lunged at me, reached for my throat, tightening her grip as every second went past. Her hands were covered in blood, which made me question whether it was mine or just the blood which was escaping her from every whole, every crack and crevice. Her grip had gotten so tight, I was gasping for air, though not taking any in, struggling to keep myself awake. But it was no use, I wasn't going to last. So I just let go. Not wanting the pain to continue.
People say it is impossible to die in a dream, but I have done it countless times, and awoken; shaken, but alive.
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