Nightmare ||| (The End and The Beginning)

I stood there, horrified and stunned, shocked and terrified. The figure's presence defied all logic, leaving me struggling to understand the baffling occurrence.

How could blood flow in this vacuum, defying the laws of nature?

lost in the overwhelming fear that consumed my every thought.

His eyes locked onto mine, he emitted a sinister giggle that blended youth, maturity and an unsettling mixture of genders.

"Ha! Ha! Ha!"

Haha!

Step by step, he advanced towards me,

I longed to scream for help, to retreat from his approaching malice, but I was trapped in place, unable to move. unable to breathe, unable to even blink.

Desperation consumed me as I pleaded.

"No! Please, not this time."

He paid no heed to my appeals, his smile unchanged as he continued to advance toward me.

his gaze fixed upon me. I could feel the sinister intent originating from his step, suffocating the very air around us.

Step.

I searched for an escape route, for anywhere to flee, but I was trapped, imprisoned and

entangled in this nightmare.

All I could do was stand here, unable to do anything,

Step.

He stood just 10 steps away from me.

8 steps away.

Time seemed to stretch into an endless abyss, every moment carrying a weight that threatened to devour my very essence.

I stood frozen, paralyzed, as the figure moved closer.

Step by step.

The blood continued to etch its path behind him in the vast expanse of space,

Step by step.

Each step he took intensified the pressure on me, rendering me immobile.

The blood in me suddenly rushed to my head when he took that last step. and my head started to feel dizzy when he smiled, I couldn't control my fear anymore when I heard that sinister giggle. How terrifying someone can be?

Step.

He thrust his hand towards me.

With a ripple, his hand pierced my abdomen.

Beads of blood dripped from the wound,

"¡No! ¡No! ¡No! ¡No! ¡No! ¡No! ¡No! ¡No! ¡No! ¡No! ¡No!"

"It's okay, just this much. Don't do more, please!"

But he ignored my pleas, shunning my cries for mercy.

Yet, this was not the most horrifying thing.

He leaned closer, his eerie smile reflected in his eyes.

I could see his exposed brain matter, the open skull revealing the desperate struggle within. It was as if a dam had burst, with the fluid attempting to break free from its confines.

His vacant eyes revealed the intricate framework of his skull. They displayed an emptiness, void of life, revealing the delicate structures that housed the brain.

Blood dripped from this internal structure, seeping out towards his mouth. Its rhythmic tip-tapping created a disconcerting soundscape.

Tip, tip, tip.

"Fuck! Please..."

"Please!"

As if someone had heard my pleas, his hand disappeared from my abdomen. My skin started to disintegrate, heat enveloping my body. I felt trapped in an oven, my flesh

Was cooked because of the searing temperature.

Under the intense heat, my skin liquefied, resembling molten ice cream. The once solid barrier protecting my body now melted away, unable to withstand the relentless heat.

As I looked in horror, one of my eyes suddenly popped out of its socket, followed by the other. I couldn't feel anything, and soon enough, I became completely eyeless, my empty sockets staring back at me. Yet, strangely, I could still sense my eyes.

Suddenly, my chest burst open, and all my ribs were exposed. With a deafening boom, my lung punctured, and the intruder's mouth was now on my ear. A voice, a mixture of woman, man, and child, spoke to me.

"I will be back," it said ominously.

I screamed internally,

"Noooooooooooooo!!!!!!"

As I struggled to catch my breath, panting heavily and gasping for air, sweat drenched my entire body. Fear was visible in my eyes as I quickly checked my chest, but to my relief, it was intact. I was back in my room.

My room was just as I had left it.

But that terrifying dream...

Every time I have that dream, I wish I neve..

Shaking off the remnants of the nightmare As Always I do it has become a habit for me and also a skill.

I can change my mood after experiencing a nightmare, and. Why not I had experienced this type of nightmare countless times and learned to ignore it thanks to my beautiful therapist,

I turned my head to survey my room. A table beside my bed held a jar and a cell phone. There was also a teapot, a half-full water bottle, and a knife with a gun and plenty of bullets.

"Shit! I have to hide them," I muttered to myself. internally

I ignored the items for now and started admiring the beauty of the pure black-and-white colour scheme of my room.

The centre where both colours collided created a boundary where a white and black fan rotated in its place.

The fan tried to comfort me in these terrifying summers, the open window allowed the bright yellow sunlight of the afternoon to illuminate my room. Dust particles danced in the sunbeams.

Lost in thought, I was startled by an alarming voice. Shaking my head, I sighed and said to myself, 'Today again, I opened my eyes before the alarm, before it could get its job done.'

Disregarding the alarm's voice, I ran toward my bathroom. After an enjoyable long bath in warm water, I felt refreshed. Yes, I love bathing in warm water in the summer. You should try it too

The last time I turned toward the mirror, I observed my figure.

The dark circles around my eyes indicated a sleepless night. That white streak in my black hair was proof of my stress. Those two dark red eyes signalled the arrival of a predator that I knew I was not. That slightly pale skin announced my malnutrition diet. And that oval face and triangular jaw with a slim body and that black jacket on top of a red shirt...

Hmm, I nodded at my figure.

'Sure, I am handsome, I should admire more,' but then a thought struck in my head.

'What the hell am I doing?'

'I have work to do.'

Ah, this cursed life will force me to work again.

As I exited the room and locked it, I observed a middle-aged man wearing a blue snicker and T-shirt that was my neighbour's.

I don't know how he can stand outside my room every day and ask me to do his useless tasks. What can I do and what can I say?

'Wait! I can't say anything. Oh, I forgot to mention that I am mute.'

But that middle-aged man smiling with a sweet smile hiding behind it is his true personality anyway, whatever he is a gentleman.

'He is a gentleman.'

'I get it, but why does he keep dumping his every day work on me? I have long seen through his game.'

'He took advantage of me, by forcing me to run his errands and do his work because I can't talk.'

'Oh, man. I wish I could kill him.'

I was stunned by my thought.

'No, what the hell am I thinking?'

'He is a good man.'

'I can't kill him.'

'No. I should never have those thoughts.'

'Fuck that dream. It messed up my mind.'

I was lost in my thoughts fighting an inner battle with myself when I heard the neighbour's voice that brought me out of my stupor.

"Hey, Onver, can you get my car to a mechanic?" he asked me with a genuine smile on his face like he was asking his relative to do his work for him.

I nodded at his request.

Because of my inability to talk, I can't give him a clear answer.

I sometimes think the child in the dream is me. But somehow, I know that's not me. He asked again despite my previous answer.

"Hey, Onver, can you get my car to the mechanic?"

I nodded my head, and grabbed the silver key from his hand and shook my head, pondering.

'For fuck's sake, don't ask questions two times.'

I was about to leave the scene when he asked again.

"You can do it right."

Hearing this, I lost my cool.

'Why not just let me kill you so you don't need a car to travel? It will be convenient; you don't have to pay for oil and maintenance, and all would be fine.'

But he spoke out again for the fourth time.

''Do it right, kiddo.'

I completely lost my cool, and I was about to jump on him. I took out my knife.

'I should just kill him and discard his body.'

I moved in a jumping motion toward him.