He shot up in bed, screaming. Jack was used to the nightmares, but sometimes it got to be too much. He took in deep breaths and rubbed his arms up and down until he felt calm enough to stand. All he needed was some milk, and he could go back to sleep.
The floor felt hard and cold under his bare feet as he stumbled from his bedroom to the kitchen in his one bedroom apartment. Looking at the stove, he could see that it was 1:38 am. Jack rubbed his eyes, got a glass of milk, and shakily sat down at the table. The night terrors seemed to be getting worse.
This time, he was in a forest. He was walking down a dirt path with tall trees surrounding him, and suddenly heard footsteps. As he turned around, a cold chill went down his spine as he realized he couldn't see anyone. All he did see was a large black shadow following him. The same one as usual, he thought. But oddly enough, he continued walking until he found a fallen log and took a seat, surveying his surroundings for the shadow, which by now had disappeared. But Jack could still feel its presence. The shadow began whispering in his ear softly, "I'm coming... I'm coming..." and the cold chill gave way to sheer terror. He got up from the log and started running down the path as fast as he could, still feeling the shadow behind him. After running for a good ten minutes, his legs gave way and he fell to the ground, spraining his wrist and scraping his knee in the process. As he let out a cry of pain, he opened his eyes and saw the shadow on the ground in front of him. But this time, it was quiet and one peculiar thing could be seen: a face. The shadow had now blue eyes and a sharp nose, and the area around the mouth was cleanshaven. Jack couldn't even let out a sound as he gazed at the creature. This realization was where he always woke up: the shadow was himself.
Jack's head went up with a jolt. He had undoubtedly fallen asleep at the table, the milk almost finished. He got up carefully and drank the remainder of his milk before tossing it in the dishwasher and heading back to his room. He would take care of it tomorrow.
YOU ARE READING
Dry Kisses
Romance"Don't do this." she mumbled. "Y-you know I have to..." he said, not daring to look up at her. "It's not your fault. It's never been your fault. It's always-" "Shut up! Just shut up, ok? You're not making this any easier for either of us." She tremb...
