This is something I wrote a while back and can't stand having it rot on my hard drive without a few more people having read it.
Hope you enjoy it....if not tell me how I screwed it up. Can always use some constructive criticism.
Screams-
I bolt up in my bed, hearing the faint screams of some long forgotten dream echoing in my mind. I can smell smoke but the alarm isn’t wailing. I know the sky is gray but I can’t see it, I can’t even hear the storm outside anymore. The cold sweat is the only real reminder of the dream. Something is nagging at me, something that screams to be noticed, but the more I try to remember the farther off it gets.
I swing my legs over the side of my bed and sit there holding my head. My therapist tells me to write about these dreams but I can’t remember them long enough to do so. The only things that stand out are the screams. So I write, “More screams.” Scribbled above the new words are other words, all to the same affect. The dreams are always the same. The only change is that the screams get louder every night.
My mind still begging me to remember, I walk over to my door and open it. I stand there in the doorframe staring down the hall. I can almost see tortured souls screaming in the blackness at the end of the hall, beckoning for me to come closer. I shove the thought to the side and walk down the hall to the bathroom. Inside the bathroom I strip down and step into the shower as I do every night. Turning the water to a comfortable setting, I let it stream down my face, over my shoulders, across my legs, and into the drain. The showers always erase the dreams from my mind and allow me to go back to bed.
After I relax I turn off the shower and step out. I walk over to the mirror above the sink and stare at myself. My face is sunken and my eyes have no passion in them, as if my soul left long ago. I sigh as I wonder what happened and take the towel from the rack. After I finish drying myself I put my clothes back on and go to bed.
I don’t go back to sleep as usual. Instead the screaming grows. I turn the light on and take a few pills to make them go away. They do, as always, and I drift off to sleep again.
I am wakened by the sound of my smoke alarm and the true smell of smoke. I immediately jump out of bed and run to my door. As I open the door a large crash erupts all around me and I am suddenly surrounded by fire. I start to scream as the fire begins to rip at my flesh. I can no longer tell where I am, or where to go. All that exists is the fire.
I scream louder and louder until I can scream no more. Suddenly all of the pain stops and I begin to drift up. I know not how or why I am drifting up, but thank God, the pain has stopped.
I can still hear myself screaming. As I drift up and into the unknown I begin to remember my dream, and how I died.
Hope you enjoy it....if not tell me how I screwed it up. Can always use some constructive criticism.
Screams-
I bolt up in my bed, hearing the faint screams of some long forgotten dream echoing in my mind. I can smell smoke but the alarm isn’t wailing. I know the sky is gray but I can’t see it, I can’t even hear the storm outside anymore. The cold sweat is the only real reminder of the dream. Something is nagging at me, something that screams to be noticed, but the more I try to remember the farther off it gets.
I swing my legs over the side of my bed and sit there holding my head. My therapist tells me to write about these dreams but I can’t remember them long enough to do so. The only things that stand out are the screams. So I write, “More screams.” Scribbled above the new words are other words, all to the same affect. The dreams are always the same. The only change is that the screams get louder every night.
My mind still begging me to remember, I walk over to my door and open it. I stand there in the doorframe staring down the hall. I can almost see tortured souls screaming in the blackness at the end of the hall, beckoning for me to come closer. I shove the thought to the side and walk down the hall to the bathroom. Inside the bathroom I strip down and step into the shower as I do every night. Turning the water to a comfortable setting, I let it stream down my face, over my shoulders, across my legs, and into the drain. The showers always erase the dreams from my mind and allow me to go back to bed.
After I relax I turn off the shower and step out. I walk over to the mirror above the sink and stare at myself. My face is sunken and my eyes have no passion in them, as if my soul left long ago. I sigh as I wonder what happened and take the towel from the rack. After I finish drying myself I put my clothes back on and go to bed.
I don’t go back to sleep as usual. Instead the screaming grows. I turn the light on and take a few pills to make them go away. They do, as always, and I drift off to sleep again.
I am wakened by the sound of my smoke alarm and the true smell of smoke. I immediately jump out of bed and run to my door. As I open the door a large crash erupts all around me and I am suddenly surrounded by fire. I start to scream as the fire begins to rip at my flesh. I can no longer tell where I am, or where to go. All that exists is the fire.
I scream louder and louder until I can scream no more. Suddenly all of the pain stops and I begin to drift up. I know not how or why I am drifting up, but thank God, the pain has stopped.
I can still hear myself screaming. As I drift up and into the unknown I begin to remember my dream, and how I died.
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