Bane Of Time (Completed)

Weird dreams

   I woke up from this strange dream about this handsome boy, I tried to remember his face but the only thing that keeps running on my mind are his big blue eyes, they maybe feel cold but when he looked at me they felt like home, like this old castle where I used to dance with him in the past, that old life keeps haunting me, forcing me to complete something I didn't end. I stand up from my bed and tried to keep those thoughts away, I brush my teeth and washed my face, I make my bed and go straight to the kitchen to prepare a cup of tea or maybe coffee with a delicious oatmeal bowl, I take my favorite poetry book out of my reading shelf and start reading when suddenly I heard a voice, a masculine one, at first I think I was crazy and decided to keep reading.

   Time pass and I heard that voice again but now it's coming from my art room, this time I decided to not ignore it, maybe it's a sign about that dream, the voice starts calling my name, "Come my love, do you remember when we used to draw together? Drinking coffee and sharing thoughts? Because I do and I miss that a lot, now I'm just part of your dreams and imagination, I can't touch you, I can't kiss those warm lips and brush that beautiful hair, you're someone new and I'm trying my best to make you remember about us, about our story, about me." 

   Then suddenly the voice stops and I start feeling this pain in my heart, I can't hold the tears back, I feel the necessity to draw, I pick up my charcoal crayon and start tracing the ideas from my brain, and then boom those big blue eyes are back, that melody comes to my mind; the big dance in the old family castle, I remember the dress and the big smile I had on my face, I was so happy to see William; the love of my life, the king of my heart. I arrived at the dance wearing this grey dress, beautiful high heels and my shiny crown everyone looked at me with amazement but I only had eyes for William, when suddenly I heard a big scream, I turn around to see someone with a knife, the only thing that I remember is the coldness of it against my chest, I barely hear the screams and the last thing I remember it's the dance I promised to William that night, the night before our wedding. 

   Then a picture of a baby girl flashed before my eyes and I fell to the ground trying to free that knife from hurting me more, but failed miserably.  Is this what it feels like to die? Coldness mixed with the feeling of loneliness but finally peace, peace of body and mind. Then before closing my eyes I saw William fighting to get to me and finally darkness.

   I wake up faster than a cat in ice-water, every sense urging me to claw my way to standing. Drowsiness get's folks dead, fast. Only the paranoid survive. It was all a dream. Again. That was one weird dream to get, how did I know that guy's name, and why did it look so real?

   I sat in bed, I couldn't believe my eyes. I didn't want to anyway. I never saw something like that even in my worst nightmares. But that was only because my brain always woke me up before such a horrific image covered my mind. And just now  I saw and felt something my brain won't ever be able to erase.

   The adrenalin flew over my veins like a carp through the river, but I couldn't move a single muscle, not even to scream. The absolute horror completely paralyzed me, and the more I thought about run away from the house, or simply moving a bit out of my bedroom, the more I felt discouraged and utterly terrified. I didn't remember being that scared in my life. And that was just the beginning. That idea only made it worse. If that was even possible.

   This dream definitely didn't help me go back to sleep, and I can't tell my parents, they would think it was because of these movies I'm watching, or the books I'm reading. I'm pretty sure that this scenery isn't right for a sixteen years old girl to see. 

   After a while, I was able to stand up and change into my sport gear and went for a walk. With each stride my mind became more clear, more resolute, as if the growing physical distance between them had now become an emotional chasm. As the nascent sunlight caressed my skin, promising a new dawn, a new beginning, I entombed my memories of 'him' in thick walled ice. Then, abruptly pausing to close my eyes and take in a deep breath of dewy air, I steeled myself to only think of my future from here on in. A future I would mold, build, direct. Then with each stride after that I felt more in charge, in command of my own mind, body and soul. I was a girl walking into my own destiny, a destiny that lay squarely in my own hands. I'll never be scared of these weird dreams, or any problem which is happening around me right now. 

   As Shakespeare said: "When you fear a foe, fear crushes your strength; and this weakness gives strength to your opponents." Except I have no idea who is my opponent, and why I have these so surreal dreams are coming; why am I even scared when these are some silly dreams anyone could get during any night.