The day of my death

Nightmare

It was starting to get late, so the rest of the team and I decided to set up camp for the night. Bella and Jake were setting up a fire, Micheal and I were sorting out sleeping areas, and Mary had volunteered to keep watch overnight so we don't get attacked. Her excuse was that "I'm already dead so I technically don't need sleep", going by that logic surely I could've stayed up with her, but Bella said I need some sleep because apparently the dark circles under my eyes were starting to look like black holes. At about roughly 10pm after a glorious feast of vaguly safe looking mushrooms we found in the forest, we called it a night.

And thats when the memories started flooding back.

I 'awoke' in my old room back in the castle. The dark red drapes of my four poster bed blocking out the majority of the early morning sun that filtered through the window. I sluggishly felt around on my bedside table for my glasses, kicked on the nearest pair of shoes I could find, and exited the room while ajusting my crown on my head. Getting dressed properly could wait for later since I didn't have any appointments till this afternoon. Shuffling my way down the stairs to the private conservatory, I started mulling over what to have for breakfast.

But my thoughts were shattered soon after when a piercing scream rang through the halls. And to my horror, it sounded just like Mary. I immediatly abandoned the idea of breakfast and started sprinting towards the source of the commotion. The throne room. Corridor after corridor flew past me at seemingly break neck speed until finally I skided to halt infront of the wooden doors. Still in my pajamas, hair a mess, glasses and crown askew, I kicked open the doors with only one thought on my mind "please, please, please let her be safe".

But unfortunatly that wasn't the case. When those doors burst open the sight that met my eyes was that of the lifeless body of my best friend. She was bent foward in a kneeling position with her arms dangling by her sides. And the worst part, it was obvious what killed her, because the thing pinning her to the ground in that position was her own spear stabbed straight through her heart. And the only pathetic thing that I could muster myself to say was her name, it came out in small, shaky voice as I collapsed to the ground in front of her.

And as swiftly as I entered the room, I too met my own demise. A cold hand grabbed my face from behind to muffle my screams as the rest of it's body repeatedly stabbed me through the stomach with a sword. Whoever they were, then left me there, lying on the cold hard floor. The last thing I saw before I blacked out completed was the souless stare of Mary above me.

After that, I actually woke up. Lurching up from my makeshift sleeping bag in a cold sweat, a hoarse cry left my lips as tears welled up in my eyes. I ended up curling into myself so tightly, I didn't even notice Mary coming over to comfort me so it took me a bit by surprise when I felt her arms wrap around me.

Regular nightmares I can deal with, I have done my whole life. But the ones that use actual events I will never get used to.