• Monster



    When I was young, I used to have nightmares. Terrible nightmares. I had them every. Single. Night. That same monster would be in all of them. It would all connect into a story. The first would the second one's sequel, and so on.

    "Let go of me! Stop it!" I screamed. "Stop struggling then!" He growled. He finally pinned me down on the hard, dirt floor, and sunk his venom-dipped fangs into my neck.

    No matter what I did, they always found a way to crawl back into my brain like maggots. I bought three dream catchers; they didn't work. When I woke up, screaming in the middle of the night, my mother held me close to her. Her body warmth cooling me.

    I felt the venom spreading. I tried to let out a scream, but it sounded more like one of those hiccup things you get when you're crying hysterically. I felt the blood flush out of my face. My vision, and hearing was fading by the second..

    No matter what, I could not explain these dreams. I knew they were never going to happen, but yet, it somehow felt that everyone I talked, and saw, was that monster in my dreams. It was killing me. Literally. I wouldn't eat, and I would throw massive fits before bed. It killed me when my parents told me to turn out the lights.

    Blood spurred up in my mouth. Soon my mouth was over-flowing with a crimson liquid. Tears formed behind my eyes, and I wanted to cry, but the tears never came down. As everything slowly...slowly...fade. I died.

    I...died.