SWEET DREAMS DARLING...

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The last thing I remember was saying goodnight to my parents,then everything went black.I didn't know where I was because there was a lot of fog,but I still could notice visualize a figure,while approaching,I could see it was a woman ,rather,a girl,and I couldn't avoid noticing certain nsimilarities between her and me,when I had her in front of me, I knew why I had noticed them (the similarities) and it was because that person,was myself,she was smiling at me,but not with that friendly and beautiful smile that my teachers,friends,or family said I had,no,that was a sadic smile,it was a psycopathic smile.

She chased me until I entered in a forest,I hated that haunting silence and feeling like I was full moon in a forest of wolves that lost patience.I felt stalked.I think I lost sight of her,I kept looking to see if that satanic self appeared,suddenly I noticed a breath in my neck,but I didn't have the bravery or the courage to look back,because if I did,I knew it would be my end,I just wanted all this to end,a tear rolled down my cheek.

And after that,I appeared in an operating room,but not just any operating room,there was where almost all of my family's lineage died,and maybe that night,me too,but I didn't want to anticipate events ,in addition,I wanted to be positive ,but, since I was in a "peculiar" situation,it was a little difficult,and it was a little more,when I realized that I was tied to the strecher and even more when my satanic self appeared,she decided to approach me ,and I even got more anxious when she provoke the terifying gesture of removing an object from her jacket,but all my fears were fullified when I realised that the object was a dagger,she approached in slow motion while I hyperventilated and she decided to to join that one object in my chest,I expected it and I couldn't do anything but feel how I left my last breaths in that den,or notice how my chest went down,or how my body stopped working,it was the most horrible feeling ever.

In my short life I would have imagined that the last face I saw was mine,I know I was too young to die but that was my fate but some seconds before leaving,I learned that we can be our worst enemy...  

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