Dreams can be beautiful, joyful, a drift in one’s imagination; but what happens when you wake up trapped, strapped down tortured, dying, crying, not able to escape. Nightmares. Nightmares that is what no one wants. Nightmares which causes you to cry in your sleep and making you scream, waking up frightened and drenched in sweat.
I am so tired, my eyes are heavy, wanting to close, and sleep threatens to let the nightmare in. No, no, no, no I am drifting away slowly my mind has no control, I pray save me from my soul. Sleep is taking control, I cannot stop it, I have to say goodnight…
I woke up slowly strapped down naked, the smell of blood filled the air accompanied by the smell of burned and rotten flesh. My body aches what’s going on why can I not move? “Hello” my voice is rigged the word barely leaving my mouth. My throat burns like the fire of hell. “heeelll” I want to scream for help but my voice won’t allow me to scream or utter a word. Then a dark shadow appears from behind me. I cannot see anything particular but eyes burning into my skull and a smile formed with vengeance. What did I do to deserve this? What did I do to deserve this agonising torture?
The figure is moving a contraption towards me. Panic fills my mind, what is it my body cannot take any more pain. The figure bends over my squirming body and whispers into my ear: “only because I love you” and then he blindfolded me. And strapped my mouth close with a leather strap. Panic filled ever muscle in my body as I tried to squirm myself out of the bindings. Moaning in a state of fear trying to persuade the sick sadist to let me go. I think I might have angered it because the next thing I knew I felt a sharp pain which was followed by pain unexplainable, unimaginable. White hot pain is blazing through my body and I can feel my brain is overloading with the pain. Darkness is devouring me, again.
I drift away into sleep still strapped to the table not able to wake up. Not being able to wake up, I feel a constant drip, drip, drip in between my eyes. It did not end it felt like it has been weeks since I have woken up. The drip, drip, drip continues. Slowly driving me insane. Left in my own demise I start to cry not able to hold back the tears, all because off the constant drip, drip, drip. Then I heard the words roll off my tongue without thinking I said: “please, please just kill me already." The figure appeared again and whispered into my ear “if I kill you I kill myself”. At first it made zero since. A few hours passed before my blindfold was removed and I saw the figure, it was me. A spitting image of me. She made me stand up, after removing the bindings. Half supporting me she bursts out laughing. “You know what maybe I should kill you now, I know you will come back tomorrow then we can continue making us scream”. She picked up a double edged silver knife and jammed it into my back and forced the blade up, I almost blacked out instantly. Then I could feel my lungs forcing the blood through my air pipes, I am drowning in my own blood. It became hard to breathe and the last thing I saw was me standing over my body laughing as I drift into darkness.
Kicking and screaming I woke up, my clothes drenched in sweat. I was still crying. But I was not alone. In my state of tears and shock I turned around to see my anchor laying there, my love. He must have heard my cries and woke up instantly. Instinct took over and I flung myself over him. Because even though I was going through hell i had someone to cling onto. Someone on the other side knowing how to comfort me, knowing to hold me and carry me in my time of need.
