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Chapter One: The Reawakening Nightmare
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Heavy panting filled his mind, enough to threaten suffocation. Then he realized it was his own strained breathing. It wasn’t from running but from fear he realized.
Quietly and slowly, he stepped into the dim light of the room.
The hallway outside where he was enveloped in darkness but the trickling light was welcoming. Peeking inside, he saw two people talking then suddenly the conversation turned into a violent struggle for something—a knife. The sliver sparkling with a promise to draw blood as the two figures struggled for the blade.
He let out a gasp, causing one of the figures—a female—to stop and see him, giving the other figure—a man, no doubt—the opening he needed to take the blade and stab the woman.
Quick and sudden, she failed to let out a scream as she grasped the newfound situation, knees crumbling as they faltered from the fatal wound.
Her gaze didn't leave his; her silent plea suffocating.
A paralyzing horror engulfed him as his mouth opened and his lungs filled with a scream.
Hands grabbed him from behind and dragged him away into the darkness of the hallway. He watched as the stabbed woman drop to the floor and the knife wielder turned slowly turned around, his attention focusing on what had distracted the woman. But the woman moved to grab the knife, causing the other figure’s attention to return as the injured woman screamed. The knife-wielder answered her with another fatal stab.
Blood scattered into the air as her last words echoed in his mind.
Run!
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Sora Aoi gasped as he awoke drenched in his own sweat. His sheets were a mess and his head hurt like it always did whenever he had that dream. The constant reawakening nightmare that he could never seem to escape no matter what he did to combat it—tea, sleeping pills, and more. The nightmare had plagued him for nearly ten years now. He was now seventeen. A sigh left his lips as he gathered his thoughts. When would this nightmarish dream end?—he often wondered about that. Yet it was the only thing he had left of that time.
The woman was surely his mother, he had figured that out by now. Or rather it was his real mother. She had been murdered but he couldn’t remember who had done it. In fact, he wasn’t even sure if the dream was real. The person that dragged him away felt familiar and yet he couldn’t remember who it was—much less the person’s name.
Despite how little the nightmare would present him, Sora would always try and draw something new, something different in detail that perhaps would be a clue or anything. Most times he had relived the scene so often that he knew some suggestion would be annulled before even looking. He knew it inside and outside but anything before or after would be blur, as if his mind knew how important the moment of the killing and now disregarded anything that would be remotely helpful.
Sora glanced around his room; it was dark with some scattered moonlight leaking in from between his blinds. Getting out of bed, he went to grab a something. Perhaps a drink would sooth his roaring headache. Every time he got the headache, it became harder to get rid of it. The cause would always come back to the nightmare and the theories that would swarm and spin nonstop with every waking moment. And that frustrated him to no end.
No one answered his footsteps for he lived alone. Sora groaned, knowing he would have to report this to the physiatrist during their next meeting. It wasn’t that he was crazy or anything, but rather was told to go because of the accident. Forced to under professional suggestion that he was advised to do begrudgingly.
He didn’t want to remember the accident. Every time he went he was forced to remember it, to talk about it. The whole thing was too embarrassing and quite frankly the very event scared him. To unlock those memories were dangerous in his opinion, but the professionals would beg to differ much to his chagrin. If it was to happen again, he probably wouldn’t be able to forgive himself.
Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by the telephone.
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Chapter One – The Reawakening Dream [ END ]
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