The Truth About Nightmares [ KTH ff ] (BTS )

Chapter 10

A giant part of me instantly regretted walking further

My breathing increased as my heart started beating at a alarming rate. I can feel it...any faster and I will have a stroke or panic attack. Placing my hand over my mouth, I tried to steady my breathing as I looked at the sight in front of me.

Gruesome ..

That's all I could say to describe it...

My father's rotting corpse just sat there, slumped on the velvet red recliner as flies began to circle around him in a looped fashion. His lips slightly agape as maggots and worms entered and existed through his eye sockets and mouth, eating away at his flesh from the inside and outside. His bones were almost visible as the clothing and flesh that once covered it were slowly being eaten away.

The sight truly was repulsive.

My eyes went widened even more of shock as the smell of rotting flesh soon infiltrated my nostrils, accompanied by the sight of blood oozing out of the various small holes made by the worms as they existed and entered his flesh. The stench was so bad it took all of my willpower to prevent myself from vomiting all over the laminated floorboards of the passageway.

"Wh-what h-" I failed to find the words to say. Even though this was a dream, everything felt real. It's almost like I had to relive my fathers death. My mind must be way more messed up than I previously thought if it's cruel enough to envision this.

My father didn't even die like this...

He died a peaceful death.

When I was a little girl, he would always help calm me down when I had a nightmare. He was one on the few pillars that kept me sane enough to withstand the disturbing illusions created by my subconscious.

I've had these nightmares since I was a little girl...

Yet I still don't understand why I get them...

What did I do wrong?...

Gives a new meaning to being ones own enemy huh....

I've been given the wrong diagnosis from numerous psychiatrists and doctors I've been taken to. They would always just send me back with a bag full of pills that did not aid my condition, some of them even worsening it.

It got to the point where I stayed away from hospitals and shrinks as much as possible.

I stared the corpse.
A part of me was glad the dim lighting prevented me from seeing every exact detail more than I have already. I felt the urge to walk towards the corpse despite how disgusted I am.

It's been years since I've seen my father.

I slowly took one step towards the recliner the body was lazily slumped on. I knew this is probably the dumbest thing I could possibly do right now. Yet that didn't stop me ...

I took a small step forward...

And one more...

Just a bit further...

I closed the distance, the putrid smell of the rotting corpse suffocating me...

I know I shouldn't...

I walked closer....

Almost....

My heart was basically beating out of my ribcage as I lifted my hand to try and poke it's skin that was slowly peeling off...

But my hand never made to touch the pile of rotting flesh....

A pair hands landed on my shoulders from behind me making me jump and turn my body slightly to face the owner. The whole ordeal completely making me halt my attempts to step any closer towards my father.