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Horror!

Poisonous Nightmares

Jaco Louw

Intro

It was chasing me. My feet were bare on the ground with gravel piercing my skin. It was dark and the moon only shone that I could see where to put my feet next. The entrance was small but I made it. The soft grass under my feet was cold and was soothing. The door was open and I ran into the house. The air was full of dust and it was hot inside unlike outside. Vulgar stench of old furniture and wet dog hit my nose. The noises stopped and I could feel the fear leave me. I fell to the floor, exhausted by the running. My face hit the floor hard with a thud. The next moment thousands of little feet crawled all over my body. I could feel them in my ears and on my face. With the little energy left in me I stood up and ran. But someone was in the door. A little boy. He wasnt older than nine years old. His eyes was dull and his hair black. He looked straight at me. With a sinister smile he disappeared into the night. I ran out the building and saw only the stars and the moon. I ran forward out of the gate and looked for the boy. The night air was cold. I forgot about the bugs when the little feet started walking on my face again. Hysterically I started pulling them of off my face and walking over them. I was alone in the dark in front of the house. I was scared and didnt know where to go. Then out of nowhere darkness flew over me and all was gone.

1

I woke up and it was pitch black outside. The clock said 2 am. I got up to go to the bathroom and came back with some coffee. The smell of the coffee woke me up and got me going. The light was bright in my eyes. It was three weeks since I had a proper nights sleep. The effect of so little sleep was starting to show on my body. I couldnt think straight and I started hallucinating. It got so bad that I believed I saw my dad the other night. I walked up to him and started talking like he was still alive. I made some coffee for both of us and I talked to him for hours through the night. The next morning I woke up and saw the extra coffee mug still full with coffee. My heart sank in my shoes.

My mom was something of a frantic-depressive-bipolar person. She often drank herself to sleep and she never said to me I love you. She never hugged me and never told me bedtime stories. We werent close and she even said she hated me. I think she was drunk, but it was still painful.

On the other hand, my dad was never home. He also drank a lot and at the end he drank himself to death. But he was a good man. I remember we used to go on vacation. Just the two of us. I was the only child so I always got more attention and for the time being it was really great.

Me and my dad disliked my mother. He told me she was different when they met. I didnt believe it but I saw in his eyes he longed for the old mom. I longed for a mother, but she was too self-centred.

One day after work my dad came home to a drunken mother and wife. He walked up to her and tried to talk to her. But all she could say was words of hate. Dad got angry and went straight to his office. We heard a gunshot. My mom didnt even shed a tear.

I stayed up night after night crying and wanting my dad back. The ceremony was really dull and there werent many people. But that was fine. At least he was at a better place now.

I stayed alone with my mom. She sometimes got abusive when she drank too much. But she began to get old and couldnt handle the pain of hitting me. I didnt love her. She didnt love me. The feeling was mutual.

2

There was an agitated knock on the door and I am alone. God knows what it was but it scared the hell out of me. My mind is still bursting with fear for the unknown. I got out of bed and walked through the house, pitch black.

SHIT... I walked past the mirror and saw my own reflection in the dark. My knees almost collapsed. When I started walking again, I felt a strange presence in the room. It was even darker than I thought it was. The lights didnt want to turn on.

Something is not right here. The smell of flesh hung in the air near the kitchen. The door is open. That wasnt good. Didn't I lock it before I went to bed?

What is the smell? What is the noise? It sounded like deep breathing. My mind is really just trying to play tricks with me. I closed the door and locked it. This time I am sure of it.

I followed the strange skid marks in the kitchen. Was it blood? What is going on with me!

Is it real or is it just my mind? Following the trail, the sense of something breathing in my neck got more intense. The blood trail ended and something under a bag was in the middle of the room. Blood stains were everywhere and a circle of blood formed around the body. I opened the bag and saw a limp body, mutilated from face to toes. The smell of blood hung in the air and my heart stopped. I fell over my own feet and ran to the kitchen. I tried again to put on the light but it didn't work. In the moonlight I could make out a dim figure standing with something in his hand. I turned around to run away but the door was locked. Franticly trying to open the door I felt the sensation of something breathing in my neck again. This time I turned around...

My heart stopped and I fell to the floor. It was the boy again with the smile on his face, and in one hand was a knife. He cried blood and his eyes looked at me with pure hate. His hand was shaking and his breath smelled of dead meat.

Shock wasn't going through me, I was in shock. Tears started to roll down my face as I felt the knife pierce my neck. Everything faded to black...

Grabbing my neck and searching for air, I was back in my bed. Is this heaven? I ran to the bathroom and watched in horror the image in front of me. My neck was clean, no scars. I ran through the whole house, everything was clean. No bodies.

Once back in my room, I found a note on the bed. Was this here before? Is someone still in the house? I opened the note and in red stood the following: "It wasn't a dream." I wanted to run but my room was locked? How could it have happened in the little time I read the note? I started hitting the door and screaming loud. The windows were closed, but once I opened them they were covered with black paint. The door was unlocked. As I opened it I could feel the heat...

Was I in hell? The heat was immense and I couldn't see with the bright light that shone in my eyes. The light faded and before me was nothing. I walked round it and the image in front of me left me speechless. I fell to my knees and my eyes filled with tears. A post-apocalyptic landscape was in front of me. Nothing but sand where you looked, buildings collapsed and cars burned to black frames. The air was filled with the terrible screams of children, and the vulgar stench of flesh. Bodies were so high the eye couldn't meet the end of it...

I got up from my knees and started walking in the scene in front of me. My feet burned on the sand and I saw in the distance the ocean. I started running towards nothing and no one. I could hear voices and still the screams were in my ears but I couldnt find any of them.

I came to halt in front of a building. The date on the sign was 1945. The piece of paper stuck on the wall was shocking. My heart sunk and I couldnt feel my hands. My nose was frozen and tears didnt even form in my eyes.

Hitler found with atomic bomb in the middle of London. Will he detonate it?

I could tell by the state of what everything was in he unleashed hell on earth. Everything was gone and raised to the earth.

3

It was 4 weeks ago when I met her. She was the most beautiful girl in the world. When she smiled to me my heart bounced up and down. Slowly walking to her I managed a smile and looked her in the eyes. I stuck out my hand like an idiot and introduced myself. She gave her hand. It was really soft. I remember the smell of berries around her. "Im Jess," she said with a smile.

The silent meetings changed into hours of talking and then into dates. The funny thing about all of this was that I am not popular, and a girl actually liked me.

She invited me over to her house one night. She lived in a really old part of town. It gave me a funny feeling on my stomach. As I rang the doorbell her father opened the door. He was really creepy and he didnt even look at me.

Jess saved me from her fathers stare. We went up to her room and spent the night there. We talked for hours and everything was fine until her father came back. He pulled her out of the room and shouted on her. I became anxious because she didnt come back. The door was unlocked and I went outside. No one was there and it was too quiet.

STOP IT!! It was Jess shouting. I ran downstairs to find her dad plucking at her hair. I ran into him and he fell to his knees. He didnt get up. I held onto her while she shook like a crazed animal.

Why did he do that to you, I asked her.

When I was young he would try and get me alone in a room. But my mother always protected me. She died last year from cancer but he blames me. So every night when he would get drunk, he started to get violent. Tears filled her eyes as she told me the story. I took her back to her room and locked the door. We sat on her bed and held each others hands. We felt safe with each other.

I really like you Jess, I looked her straight in the eyes when I said to her. She smiled to me with the tears still in her eyes. She gave me a hug and held on to me. I could still feel the fear in her and that she was still shaking.

No words were needed to say that night. We both felt the same and our body language did all the talking. We kissed and fell asleep on her bed. The best night of my life.

4

It was a cold Saturday outside and I didnt want to go outside. I was still trapped in the post-apocalyptic world. I found a home where I took shelter for the night. I started hearing voices in the next room. I got up and opened the door&

"You will die like we did, you will die. Nowhere to run boy!"

He got up and ran out of the closet. He was nude and his body was thin. His skin was a light pink and clearly he hadnt eaten in days.

NO! Dont, please dont! I shouted on the top of my voice as the person pulled close the door. It slammed and the sound deafened me for a minute. I ran to open the door but it was locked. IT WAS LOCKED!

I could feel the strange presence around me again. I turned around, nothing. I looked outside my window and the endless lifeless land lied before me. It's been 10 hours since I woke up. I felt so tired but I couldnt sleep. I was so scared. Noises that I didnt know even existed came from outside. The room darkened and I could make out faint writings on the wall. I curled up against the bed once again to try and get away from all of this. But nothing happened. I couldnt close my eyes. It burned. I started to cry but the tears were useless.

I managed to sleep for a whole 5 minutes. My body was tired and every bone ached. Out of desperation I got up and started banging on the door. It felt useless but I didnt stop. My hands started bleeding from hitting and the blood marks formed deep stains on the door. "Help?! Help?!" I cried out.

Blood dripped from the wall. The screams of children still filled the air. The writings on the wall got more visible. It looked like they were carved by someones nails. Day 129. Day 130. Day 13... It wasnt finished.

My eyes where closed but I didnt sleep. My hands ached with pain indescribable. For a moment I swear I could hear talking on the other side. I got up and began to hit the blood stained doors again. HELP!

Nothing happened for about an hour. The door opened suddenly and I stumbled back into the bed. The figure in front of me looked straight into my eyes. They were dead and didnt show any sympathy. His face was covered with a bandana. Get UP! he shouted on the top of his voice. My heart sank into my feet as he pulled me on my arm. I could feel the hate in his pressing. He took me to a room that looked like a kitchen but there was no stove or fridge. In the middle if the room was a chair with chains. He threw me on the chair and cuffed me on it. Stay put. Or die in vain, his voice was hoarse and hardened. His accent was foreign and his skin was tanned. For something like 15 minutes I sat in the cold chair. No one was there and I started to get more frightened.

I heard a strange noise coming from outside the room. It was something almost like a trolley. As it became visible my heart stopped. On the trolley were various tools. Drills, knives, blades. I started crying because I knew that this was the day I was going to die.

The person behind the trolley was someone different. He had an apron on. On it was dried blood. He stank of rotten flesh. He just stood there and looked into nothing. He didnt speak, or look at me. The second person came in. He was short but really fat. He looked at me from the other side of the room. He came near me and put on glasses. He pulled my head back to touch my neck. He rubbed cream on it. I looked at the second guy. He was holding a camera and filmed every second.

He pressed the blade to my neck. It pierced my skin and I could feel the blood ooze down my neck. I stopped breathing but stayed conscious. He got the drill and pierced it through my hand. I managed a scream so loud that he stopped. He looked at me with piercing eyes. His hand went to the drill again and twisted harder. I cried harder and the pain was really bad. My eyes started to go black. The pain got to bad and I faded again.

My eyes opened and I saw his face again. I probably just blacked out for a couple of seconds. I was sitting up straight again. My face ached and my hand was numb. He came back with another drill. He pierced it into my head. I screamed on the top of my voice, but no sound came out of my body. The life drained out of me and my eyes closed.

5

Her hand on my face woke me up. She looked lovely, although she just woke up. We lied for a couple of minutes and no words were said. I looked into her eyes and my eyes spoke a thousand words. I wish I could hold her forever and never let go. I think she understood what I wanted to say, because she held onto me tighter. Her touch comforted me and she made my heart beat loud and strong.

6

F**K!!

It was only a dream. I got up and searched for a mirror. Nothing. I looked into the window and saw my reflection. In my neck was a scar as wide as my hand. My hand had a hole pierced through it but only the scar was visible. I fell to my knees and all felt too real for a dream. Nothing was a dream. But how didnt I die? Why did this happen to me?

The moment when you realise everything is too late you feel the energy being sucked out of your body. My body had no energy left for fighting. But I couldnt just give up like that. I opened the cupboard with the little energy left in me to see if I can find anything. I got nothing. I sat on the bed with my head in my hands. As my eyes opened I stared into the writing on the wall. You will never get out of this. It will go on and on and on, A shock wave went through my body and all I could let go was a sigh. I am not going to get out of this.

No, No please not again. Help! Anyone, HELP ME! I stood up and ran to the door to listen. There was someone else here. I started knocking on the door again, but stopped soon because the pain was too much. I kicked on the door but nothing helped. How long would this still go on?

Something was under the bed. Writing of some sort. It was a wooden bed base, and it wasnt heavy. I took of the matress and turned around the base. On it was thousands of words carved. Poems and writings. Names and dates. Peter 1894. Jacob 1925. Get help. What is this place. HELP!

They come in the night

They come when we sleep

One by one they take us

Take us to be slaughtered

But the next day we are fine

Until the morning

They take us in like sheep

To be killed and be eaten

We will die

We all will die

To never see day light again

To never breathe the smell of flowers

We will all go in vain

To a destination unknown,

To a place where dreams come true

To a place where no one gets slaughtered

I tried to scratch my name but my nails were too weak. One broke of and the pain shot through my hand. The familiar screams of the children started again. Even when I held my ears closed, I could hear them. They were so innocent. They never harmed anyone.

The familiar sound of a door interrupted me. I looked up and the same guy of yesterday came in. He brought food and water. As soon as he left I rushed to the food. But the site repulsed me. The water was brown and stuff floated in it. The food had maggots in it. I knocked over the water as I moved away from the food. I never thought about the immense hunger I felt now. And the thirst.

I tried to get in some sleep, but the bed was hard and the smell irritated me. Did anyone at home even notice I was gone? Was I even gone? Or is this just my mind going crazy.

It has been four days since anything happened. I managed to drink some of the water he brought me and some of the food that wasnt that vulgar. The screaming of the children had stopped.

The guy who brought the food came in. He still looked at me with a cold hatred in him. And he also had 2 tattoos. One in his neck and another on his arm. I was scared of him. Really scared. He brought food and water again and left as quickly as he came.

For the first time my eyes feel like they are going to close and never open up again. As they closed I could hear the screams again.

Get up! Still sleepy they dragged me over the floor. They threw me in the kitchen place again and left me there alone. The door was locked. After what felt like hours they came back. Again with a camera and this time two girls. Both looked like prostitutes. Both had the cold hatred look in their eyes. The camera guy started to chain me against the wall. And the girls went to the next room to fetch something. As the guy finished the girls came in and he started recording. The girls came up to me and in their hands they both had knives. One undressed me while the other girl started hitting me with a whip. The pain was immense and I couldnt help but cry. They didnt even laugh nor do anything. A third girl, not much older than 20 came in. She only had a short skirt and a mini top on. She had a knife in her hand. The other two girls stepped away. From the look on her face I could make out she was going to enjoy this. Not like the previous girls, she had a sinister look on her face. She had no underwear on. She walked up to me, her body against mine; she took the knife and scraped it all over my face and neck. The scars werent deep but deep enough to pain and bleed profoundly. The final strike was in the heart. I looked into her eyes while she laughed away. My last breathe was painful.

I was grabbed by my shirt and taken to the kitchen again. The camera wasnt there and the blood was still on the wall. But the back door was open. I looked around and took the opportunity to get out. I ran out the door and came to a halt when I saw the dogs. They looked like horses. I turned around and saw in the window the face of the guy with the tattoos. He took out a gun and pointed it at me. Time slowed down I could see the powder come of off his hand when he pulled the trigger. I could see the bullet spin in the air. I couldnt move out of the way and it hit me between the eyes. My body became heavy and my knees gave in. My eyes closed.

7

The familiar smell of coffee woke me again. I got up and ran down to see my mother making food.
"Whats todays date?" I asked with haste in my voice.
"Andrew, dont you raise your voice to me young man," she replied clearly not in the best mood.
"Im not ANDREW! But whats the date mom please," she ignored me but on the counter was a paper. 2010, March 12. Yesterday was 11 March.
Confusion ran through my mind. I was away for clearly more than 2 days. It felt too realistic to be a dream.

I went back upstairs to my room and closed my eyes. The images of the horror flashed through my mind. It haunted me. I screamed on the top of my voice. What happened to me? Why God? Why this? Is it dreams? Am I going mad?

I felt how my heart started racing and I walked furiously inside my room in circles. The confusion made me angry. Is this even the real world? World of sanity and people? Normal people who dont cut people for pleasure?

Why do you look so tensed up? She asked me in a caring and soft voice. Her hand moved softly over my face.

I told her of all the dreams and what happened. She looked at me with confusion in her eyes. She didnt speak and just kept staring at me.

Do the dreams hurt?

No, but it wasnt the whole truth. It hurt like hell, but I was sure now that I was back in the real world. I smiled and just started to laugh. Not uncontrollably, but joyful. She did the same and we talked the time remaining about stuff that didnt matter.

We then walked to the local café. I bought us coffee and we drank it on the beach. The clouds were low over the sea and the waves were restless. The scent of the ocean and flowers made the afternoon more unique. The coffee filled my body with heat and her touch comforted me.

I love you... I waited for her reply. It felt like hours. We have known each other for almost 3 months now. And I think it was about time to tell her that. She stood up and came and sat on me. She looked me in the eyes and started kissing me. We lied down on the beach and kissed for the whole afternoon.

Late the night we walked to our home. The street lights were bright and the moon was behind the clouds. The cold night air brushed over our faces. My room was smaller than hers. The bed was just big enough for the both of us. I was really tired and lied down with her and immediately fell asleep.

8

It was all black for at least an hour. My hands were tied behind my back and my mouth taped close. I could hardly breathe. We came to a halt and light shone bright in my eyes. Four people stood outside the car and took me out. My arms were pulled almost out of their sockets. There were no building, but a hatch led underground. It was dark and there were different rooms. I was given room 15. The door was closed with a loud bang. My skin was burning and my eyes were dry. My lips were bleeding and my stomach ripped itself apart.

The room was pitch black, and as I turned around the feeling of being watched got more intense like in all the vision. I saw the reflection of light on something like an eye. Suddenly something jumped on me. The body was thin and the bones were brittle. Teeth stuck in my neck and I could feel it brake through the skin.

My fist met his stomach hard and he stopped biting. I could feel the air leave his body. I didnt stop and started hitting him in the face. My hands met his head punch by punch.

I stopped and suddenly a light went on. A blood puddle formed around his head. He didnt move and there were no movement around his chest. I killed a man. Tears swelled up and rolled down my face. My fists were bruised and bled. The light made a buzzing noise and was really loud. I could smell all the disgusting odours in the room and my nose burned. The corners were covered with faeces and the smell made me vomit. My insides started hurting after the third vomit session.

The light went off and darkness covered my body. A cold breeze blew over me and the dead body just lied there. I could make out a vague outline of his body. The floor was wet and the nausea didnt want to go away. I started vomiting again.

Its day 3 without any water or food. I could feel the last of my energy being sucked out of me. The door burst open and a bottle of water flew across the room with an apple. I gulped the apple down and started drinking the water as quickly as I could. The light went off again. Darkness consumed me once again and my eyes started seeing things. I could hear the body decomposing. The smell that came from it was inhuman. The apple had no sense flavour and the water was hot. My body was sticky and my hair stuck to my forehead. My skin was cold and white from no sun. Slowly I managed to close my eyes. And went to sleep.

I woke up with the body still in front of me. The smell got worse every minute. Every minute felt like an hour, every hour like years. My hands burned, my head hurts, my neck ached and my back was paralyzed. The stench kept me awake. I didnt know if it was day or night. I didnt know where I was. It scared me not knowing what to do.

The light went on again. I quickly scanned the room to see what there was. There was an air vent in the left corner. No windows, not even in the door. I heard things fall but didnt turn around to see and still surveyed the room. In the opposite corner were writings. Names and dates again like under the bed.

I was left looking at the dead body for hours. The light didnt go off this time and the decomposing body performed its show. My nose by now was used to the foul smell and I could breathe freely.

Scared was not the right word. I was sweating really badly and I felt my heart rate crease near the top of the roof. Every crack or movement made me jump. My thoughts went out to Jess. I thought of my dad and heaven. Does God really exist? Or is it just a story made up by people to comfort us? My mind worked 24/7 to keep me away from thinking of this shit hole. All the memories of me and my dad flashed through my head.

Daddy! You are here! I saw him standing in the corner. He had a jean on and a grey shirt. I stuck my hand out to him to touch him but fell short of him. He wanted to say something but then walked away. NO!

He just left me. He didnt even talk to me. Did he just leave me to die? Did he even see me? He was such a good dad. Why would any loving God take away someone you care about so much? Or at least I cared about my father. I wanted to learn more about him. I wanted to become best buddies with him. I miss you dad. Why did you leave me daddy? I talked to the dead body in front of me. He was the only company I could talk to.

Tears dripped from my cheeks.

He used to read stories to me before I would go to bed. Every Friday we would watch a movie and mom would curse at dad for letting me stay up so late. On some Saturdays we would go walk in the streets and just talk. Man to man. He was a really loving person. Unlike my monster of a mother. She never wanted to know me. She looked at me with cold eyes every day I walked passed her.

The lights went off again and it startled me. I stopped talking and became aware of what I just did. I got up and started hitting the door. I shouted on the top of my voice. I could feel how the corpse was talking to me. That wont work you idiot! But I kept hitting the door. I didnt care about the pain. It was no use. I walked back to the corner. A sudden tiredness fell over me. I tried to sleep and my eyes fell close.

Was it a full nights rest? What am I still doing here? I shouted out. But the walls were of thick steel and my words were useless.

The body was removed. Someone was in the room and I slept straight through it. WHY? I could have asked where I was. Or I could try to escape. I didnt even realise the light was on. This was a different room. The body wasnt removed, I was transferred. How could I have slept through it? The room was smaller and the floor was clean. The whole room was clean except the wall at the very back. The stains of dried blood and vomit clung to the wall.

The door had a small window in it. I looked through it and saw a long corridor outside. The opposite wall had no doors. This was the only room. I started hitting the door real hard but no one came. The marks on my hands were still visible from the previous event.

Someone came. He faced the small window and looked straight into my eyes. I saw hate but fear as well. From deep within something was biting at his heart. He opened the door and came inside. Then I saw what was behind him. A guard. The door was closed again and the other guy fell on the floor. In his neck stuck out a knife. Quickly I ran to him, kneeling over him to see what I could do. Slowly I pulled it out. Blood was flowing freely from the wound. The boys eyes were closing and I could feel the life running out of his body. I didnt know what to do. I couldnt see another person die today. I started crying and pressed down on the wound. I shouted for help and, God-sent, someone came in. He stitched up the wound.

He was unconscious about for day. He looked normal enough and he lived. We looked each other in the eyes and in both of was fear. Fear to die and to leave this place without our bodies.

I am Koneque, his voice high and not yet matured. His face was still young and his body small.

Why was there a knife in your neck? I probably looked stunned and it frightened the boy. He retreated to the corner and cried with his head between his knees.

What are you? I shouted at him but he ignored me. I left him there while I sat in the other corner. Is this really how I will die? In a room with a stranger, with no one knowing where I am? I let my head between my legs and sighed deeply.

9

I woke up with the familiar fragrance of Jess. I still held on her. But my body was shaking. All my clothes were wet with dampness. My heart was racing and my eyes had circles around them. I stank of death and that is when she woke up. She had a look of terror in her eyes. I got up and started talking. How did I get back here? Where is the boy? Is this a dream? Why are you here? I pointed at Jess and she looked at me with tears in her eyes.

What do you mean? Her voice soft with care.

I think I was dreaming, I fell to my knees, exhausted and breathing quickly. I was only dreaming, but it felt too real.

Again I told her everything. She told me one of her friends father is a doctor. I could come with her and see him for free.

Three days after the last dream I went to the doctor with Jess. Their house was huge. Like a mansion in one of those old movies. The meeting was awkward. He asked me weird questions like if I used any medication. Was there violence at home? How could any of this help?

He explained to me that the visions are only dreams and cant be dangerous. I didnt believe him. He gave me a prescription for anti-depression pills. I got the pills and went home. I popped 3 of the pills and drank it with some coffee.

Her scream woke me up. I was on the ground with the pills in my hand. My mom ran over to my side and pulled me to sit on the bed. The first sign that my mother became a mother unfolded before me. There was a tear in her eye. I told her that I didnt want to commit suicide. It is only anti-depressions. I got them from a friend mom.

She stormed out of the room and ran to her room. I actually had a smile on my face. She cared about me. Or is it the pills opening my eyes?

So many questions rise and no answers unmask the terrible confusion. For the first time I felt better and the feeling that the walls are collapsing on me blasted away. But the confusion never went away, the questions became more.

I walked to the bathroom and washed my face. The mirror portrayed an image unrecognizable, hair hung over my eyes, my eyes were underlined by two dark lines. My body looked tired in the reflection. Lifeless eyes looked back at me. The pills only helped for a minute or two. Drugs werent an option and the rest didnt even help. I once smoked marijuana, but the next day I couldnt even get out of bed. I was a useless pile of... I dont even know what I am supposed to be.

I was scared. I am scared of hurting someone or myself. Could you kill someone in a dream and in real life without knowing it? I am scared. Help me anything, help...

10

I stood with the knife in my hand. The blood dripping of the edge of the blunt blade. I stood in the hospital next to my dads dead body. The blood was seeping through the hospital duvet. I saw the flashing lights around me. My dad wasnt breathing. His eyes looked straight into mine and the tear in his eye brought me back to my senses.

I fell to the floor in the class room. Everyone looked at me and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. The last thing I saw was the teacher running over to my side and called the 911.

I opened my eyes in the hospital. I didnt know what was happening and I thought that I killed my dad. I rolled over and pulled the needle out of my arm. Running through the corridor all the eyes were on me. The doctor tackled me and I fell. My head hitting the floor, but I was fine. I talked fast and the words didnt come out of my mouth but my lips were moving. The doctor stuck a needle in my arm and my eyes closed and all was black once more.

The next morning the sun woke me up. I looked out of the window and saw that I was on the top floor of the hospital. I sighed and sat up straight and took a magazine from the counter. I looked at the magazine but no words wanted to go in my head. The words didnt make any sense. I got angry and threw the magazine against the wall. The door opened and the doctor walked in. My blood pressure went up out of anger. He stuck a needle in the drip and I saw the blue fluid go through the pipe and enter my arm. I was about to ask what it was but then I felt my body go limp. I couldnt talk but I was awake and had all my senses. He pushed the cart out of the room and I saw the lights above me move past me. We stopped in the operating room. I saw the same blade that was used in the kitchen. The doctor came in my vision and looked me in the eyes. It was the same person of the kitchen.

I hope you are nice and wide awake. You wouldnt want to miss a thing! The same sinister smile was on his lips as the previous times.

The cold knife pressed against my forearm. I tried to pull away my arm but it was useless. Every nerve ending pinched like a thousand needles. The pain was indescribable. A single tear drop rolled down my face. The knife cut like through butter. The blood dripped of off my forearm and the pain got even more. After the first incision was made, he took a medical grade knife and started cutting my muscles. I could feel my arm pulling away from the pain and he just repositioned my arm. I could feel how my heart rate was going up and my breathing got heavy.

Leave me! Dont touch me! I pulled away my arm from the doctor. The needle made a cut through my forearm. The blood started to drip on my clothes and I sat up with my knees tucked into me. My heart rate was so high on the machine that you almost couldnt hear the beeps. I was wet with sweat and the doctor, my mother and Jess looked with shock at me. My hair was stuck to my head and my whole body shivered.

Calm down, calm down! I wont hurt you, just calm down! The doctor put his hand on me compassionately.

Dont touch me! Get away! I tried to get away from him and hit him in the face with my fist. His nose bled and he didnt get furious. He just walked to my mom and talked to her. I still thought that he was trying to kill me. But this was the world of sanity. I looked at them with horror and told them I was sorry. I told them all about the visions and dreams. Do you believe me now?

All of them just shook their heads and looked at me. I didnt know what to say to them about what happened. My mom and the doctor left the room and Jess came to my side. She held on my uninjured and put her face in my neck. I believe you now, she whispered into my ear. The nurse came to me and injected me with something to deaden the pain. She stitched the wound close and gave me a sympathetic smile. The smell of Jesss hair comforted me. We lied still for hours and fell asleep.

11

Fifteen minutes

Never have felt so long

You take my hand

And lead me to hell,

You took the life of a boy

You took the life of the innocent

For fifteen minutes

You took me out to hell.

The doctor told me the visions are only dreams and cant do any harm. No harm can be done to me except if I cut myself like with the needle. I didnt believe the doctor. How could visions feel so real and only be dreams?

At least I am out of the hospital, my mom is different now with me and Jess believes me. My mom brought me some coffee in bed for the first time in my life. I felt loved a little bit for the first time since my dad died.

I sat in the shower, the water running over my face. The water was a bit too hot and my face burnt. Images of the past week flashed through my mind. The images haunted me and I startled every time I saw it my eyes opened to see if I was safe. The water got cold and I jumped up from the shock. I closed the water and dried my wet body. The image in the mirror stunned me. My eyes were encircled with black lines. My hair hung dead over my face, my skin red of the warm water. Rib bones revealed through my dainty skin. I touched myself to feel if the image in the mirror was genuine. It was.

* * *

The needle stuck out of her arm. I didnt know her face and couldnt place it. Her eyes looked at me with exasperation, succour and fury. The bottle of acetone lied next her. I could see the burn marks on her arm. And the damage it left inside of her skin was worse than outside. Her eyes spoke a thousand words of rage. She lied still on the floor and my body was numb. I couldnt help her. It was like watching a movie. Her scream filled the room and hurt my ears. I swear I could see the acetone move up her arm. My body moved forward and took out the needle. I filled it once more and stuck it in her neck. She searched for air but couldnt find any. Her eyes filled with horror as the seconds slowly moved on, and turned into minutes. She didnt die and my body moved to the needle again. The bottle was empty. I walked away and left her trying to breathe. On the counter was a thermometer. The idea struck me and I took it with me. I broke it in halve an opened her mouth. The mercury flowed out into her open mouth and I closed it again and walked away. The pain in her eyes was unavoidable and the tears rolled down her eyes.

The tears rolled down my face and I stood in the middle of the restaurant. My mother and Jess looked at me like I was crazy. I screamed out loud, NO! Im sorry...

I opened up my eyes and saw where I was. I sat back into the chair next to Jess. She held on to me and kissed me on the cheek. My mom held my hand and looked me in the eyes. I killed a girl. I killed her cold blooded. She looked at me helplessly and begged to stop. I didnt stop and killed her with my own hands. I looked past my mom into nowhere. The fear clearly visible in my voice.

12

Twenty minutes in my day without a nightmare I sat up on my bed, crossed legs. It was still dark outside and the birds could be heard in the distance. I looked at one of my posters on the wall. Follow your dreams, theyll lead to greatness.

My dreams only lead to death.

It is Friday morning. School is going to be long today. I am exhausted and my mind is not in this world. The idea of staying focussed makes me nauseas. The alarm clock said it was 5 am. I closed my eyes to drift off into the unknown. To a place where I could be me. I crossed my legs and looked into my eyelids.

I walked into black walls and saw two doors in the distance. Both doors were carved with ancient dragons. I opened the left door and walked into my room. Outside was dark and my room looked old. The door was open and I walked into a room dark of colour. In the darkness I walked down the stairs to the kitchen. I stopped in my tracks when I saw my mom lying on the kitchen table. I ran to her and saw the blood marks on her stomach. She was already dead. In the door I saw myself standing with the knife. Shock flew in my body. Is this how my mother will die? Will I kill her?

My mom woke me when she saw me sitting in the dark. You need to get ready for school. The bus wont wait for you.

The bus smelled of piss. I sat alone on the back seat and was only one of seven on the bus. The ride was extra-long and when I got off, I ran to the bathroom. I splashed my face with water to see more clearly. The water ran down my face while I looked in the mirror. The mirror was cracked in the middle and my face was split in two. The one side my face was normal but the other side was of a skull vaguely imprinted on my face. I stumbled away from the mirror out of the bathroom and ran to the classroom. I was late. I was shouted on the whole day. I didnt care.

The walk home was fun with Jess. I held her hand the whole way and we talked about nonsensical things. We had ice-creams while we walked the beach. The smell of the ocean calmed me. The sound of the waves brought silence over my soul.

13

I lay awake on the floor with the knife in my hand. The sharp edge pointing to the top of the ceiling. The blood was on my hands and covered the blade. My breathing was fast, and my heart was racing. I could feel my hand was still shacking. The tears welled up in my eyes. The world quickly faded to a dark colour. I could feel the walls falling onto me again. In the door was the little boy again. You did this to yourself. You will die for doing this. You will die!

He smiled in a threatening manner and walked closer to me. I stood up and the image repulsed me. It horrified me. I vomited on the floor and fell to my knees. The feeling of remorse build up in me. I threw the knife on the floor and knelt beside my moms bed. The covers were covered with red blood. My hands took her hands and I held it close to my face. I kissed her blood-stained hands. The tears build up in my eyes and I started crying profoundly. There were at least fifteen stab marks on her body. Her eyes looked at me. I could feel the pain she felt in her last seconds. I closed her eyes and walked out of the room. I walked to my room and took out a piece of paper and pencil. The pain I felt on the moment made me write words of remorse and everything I felt on that moment. The pencil edged out every second of pain. Every word displayed hours of suffering. Tears dripped on the paper and smudged the pencil. I began over and over and over. Every time a little bit more frustrated. After the final one was written I stood up and folded the note once. I put the letter on my bed. My room was neat unlike every day. The window was open and I could hear the breeze outside. The sun was shining bright but I felt remorse and the walls wanted to fall on me. I felt the desperate need to get out. Get away from everything. I felt how my body became heavy, too heavy for my feet.

With much delay I got up from the chair and walked down the stairs. I walked into the kitchen and took out the bottle labelled Rat Poison. I took the bottle and walked to my room. I closed the door and sat on the bed. I unscrewed the bottle and looked at the lid. Time slowed down and almost stood still. The lid fell to the floor and the bottle moved to my lips. The sound of the trees and a bird just outside my room kept me going. The poison moved to the back of my throat and I swallowed. I could feel every drop move slowly down my throat into my stomach. My hands started to shake and my body became numb. I started to smile and look at the ceiling as I fell to the floor. The bottle fell out of my hand onto the floor. The last image I had was my mom storming into my room. I smiled at her. She was alive. This wasnt a dream. My eyes closed and I couldnt feel anything anymore. I blew out my last breathe.

The Last Note

Dear XXX (Mom If Youre Alive)

If you read this note I will hopefully be with my father. The last couple of days were the hardest. I saw things I never thought I could do.

Reality was separated from dreams. I couldnt distinguish the difference between reality and dreams. The pain I felt was too real. I didnt know who to talk to or who would believe me. I now know the only person I needed to talk to was my father.

I hope that no one feel hurt by what I did. I just couldnt carry on with this nightmare and needed to get away. I hope you dont cry while you read this. Because I am no tears worth. I hope you dont miss me, because no one knew the real me.

I love you dad, mom and Jess

Love Mark

xxx

Description: This is a story about someone who started to have visions. He couldn't depict between reality and dreams anymore...

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