A sharp pain in my gut. I feel sick, like puking, but cannot understand why. I pull my hand up, that was clenching my stomach, a ruby gleam shimmers on it in the moonlight. My mind goes wild, but I am too scared to look down. Is this blood? What has happened to me?
I finally work up the courage to look down, a knife is firmly planted in my stomach. Still holding the handle are the hands that forced the knife into me. I follow the hands, up the arms, the shoulders, the neck, then to the face. All of it looks the same though, a shadow with no features. Even though I can't see who it is, it somehow resembles everyone I've loved. My mother, my father, brothers, sister, dearest friends, ex's, and even my current crush.
They push the knife deeper, a jolt shoots through my body. I can only assume what happened next was my minds rendition of fight or flight. As the twisted and pulled the knife from me, I grabbed the handle, smearing a deep red over their shadowed hands. I held tight and forced their hand upwards, stabbing the knife into their throats. The serrated edges tore their skin and the knife could be seen on the other side of their neck.
The pain from my cut and the grief of having killed the ones I love caused me to collapse. I laid on the ground next to them, bleeding, and I picked the knife back up. I plunged it into my stomach again, then my chest twice, my shoulder once, and then finally into my throat.
This is when I woke. My body still hurts from the wounds, moving feels like being stabbed all over again, but my mind is far worse. I can't help but see all of their faces, in pain and dying from a blow that I dealt. It's breaking me all over again.
Nightmare date - June 11, 2020 @ 5am
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Delving into Nightmares
Historia CortaA collection of my nightmares told as stories. I'll try to keep them in order from the ones I remember first to the ones I remember recently. Once I run out of past nightmares I'll update the stories based on what nightmares I want to share here
