AAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa......
As I peered into the abyss below, darkness stared back at , almost as if inviting to its lair and engulfing into its nacing embrace. My mind raced desperately as I, frantically tried to escape the freefall, but I found myself helpless. I realized I couldn’t do much as I plumted, with gravity seemingly in sync with encroaching darkness, behaving like its best pal, and pulling further into its depths. The Darkness crept up on faster than my brain could process, and with every passing mont, light rapidly faded. I caught glimpse of nurous faint silhouettes of people, their forms appearing hazy and indistinct.
I desperately shot out my hand, begging for soone to take hold of it, but to no avail. I felt a tightening sensation in my nether regions as I wondered,
How did this happen? How was I here? why don’t I rember anything? But in this mont, none of it matters, the only thought consuming my mind at this mont, however inhumane or mortifying it may be, is that I ’don’t want to die alone’, ’I don’t want to descend in this darkness all alone’, ’I’m scared, terrified even’ and as if fate won’t allow to rest here, mories of a past I desperately wanted to forget resurfaced.
"Soone save , I don’t want to die"
And as if my brain got overwheld. The only thought it can fixate on was.
I DON’T WANNA DIE HERE!, not like this
Suddenly, my hand grasped onto sothing soft, a hand far gentler than my own, as light as a feather. It seed to convey a ssage that all my sins were forgiven, that I wasn’t all alone in the darkness anymore. With a sense of hope, I raised my head and beheld a face of a breathtaking beauty. It was as if a solitary lamp has been ignited within the abyss, illuminating her radiant features. The sight left utterly stunned, my very core shaken not because of how beautiful the face was but, to Whom it belonged to.
However, the darkness showed no sympathy for my shock, swallowing us both into its relentless pit.
"AAAaaaaaaaaa..."
Soone, let out a piercing scream, his voice breaking the stillness of the night,
"Huhhh.... Whattttt!!!!! What was that? A nightmare? No, that didn’t felt like a dream. That felt more realistic as if I was literally dying. All those emotions were far too real for it to be a re Dream"
It was past midnight when HE woke up, drenched in sweat. His heart was pounding so forcefully it felt like it would burst out of his chest. Just the re thought of that dream and he got chills down his spine.
"Wait shit! I thought I was dreaming this too, but it seems that dream or whatever the hell it was, traumatized hahaha..."
He muttered under his breath with a nervous laugh.
"Reminds of my good old baby days...Yeah, like hell I would rember that... huff..."
He said with sarcasm and let out a heavy sigh, feeling a mixture of relief and embarrassnt flowing into him. Wetting his bed at this age was beyond humiliating. He silently thanked his lucky stars that he lived alone. The re thought of anyone discovering his secret would be a complete disaster.
Still feeling unsettled, he stripped off his shirts and pants, discarding the soiled sheets. He made his way to the bathroom, intending to take a refreshing shower. The warm water cascaded over his body, but unbeknownst to him, his mind couldn’t help but wander back to the nightmare that had shaken him to the core.
"But still, what was that, and why did it felt so real? Are dreams supposed to be like this? Well, regardless... and that accident too..."
’That secret is going with to my coffin. Did I eat sothing strange yesterday? No, I didn’t even watch any horror movies, so why the hell this happened? And that girl in my nightmare... I know her! Hell!!! We have been classmates for the past two years. could I have unknowingly developed a crush on her? No that’s impossible! To have any feelings for "Hayashi" is unreasonable. I an sure, she is beautiful and has great sense of style, but she is your typical gal, and as far as I knew myself, she is not my type. Well, we are just not compatible’
"Get off your high horses, Kelly".
’What the hell am I even thinking about right now? As if she would ever go out with an otaku like ’
"Whatever, for now, I’ll just take a shower and clean up this ss I’ve created. I don’t think I can go back to sleep now. Maybe I’ll watch an ani. Co to think of it, I haven’t watched that new series that finished this week. Perhaps I’ll give it a try."
After Kelly finished his shower, the sudden thoughts of quenching his thirst compelled him to head straight to the kitchen. As he reached for the drink he desired, a sudden mishap occurred.
"Clinkkk, clinkkkkkkk, clinkkk."
The drink slipped from his grasp, spilling its contents.
"Huhh... What just happened?"
Dumbfounded by the accident, Kelly stared down, and noticed his hands were still trembling, and he could feel perspiration forming.
"To think I would feel this helpless again, after that incident..."
It is the sa as that ti when Kelly couldn’t move a muscle, It was as if Kelly was reliving that paralyzing mont again in his mind.
overwheld by helplessness and fear. In a frantic rush, he dashed towards the drawer beside his bed, desperately searching for sothing. His voice trembled as he muttered,
"Wh-Where is it?"
Finally, a sense of relief washed over him as he exclaid, "Ah, found it."
What he held in his hands was sothing soone his age should stay very far from. It was a lighter poised near his mouth, with a joint(blunt) dangling from his lips. This wasn’t indicative of Kelly being a regular stoner; in fact, he rarely indulged in this habit, mainly because it’s not that easy to find regular supply of the good stuff. He had picked up smoking two years ago, following that incident, however kelly soon realized that normal cigarettes aren’t as effective anymore hence, the drugs or more preferably the gateway of drugs.
However, occasions on which he succumbed to it could be counted on two hands. Smoking joint beca a rare coping chanism albeit the wrong kind, when his anxiety, fear, and distress beca overwhelming.
"Damn! I can’t believe sothing like this could trigger a panic attack!" he muttered; frustration evident in his voice.
Which, in turn, revealed that this nightmare had triggered deep-seated trauma within him, trauma that he couldn’t handle on his own. The evidence lay in the way he clutched the lighter, his hands trembling with intensity. The lighter itself was shrouded in mystery, boasting a solid gray tallic body adorned with an ancient design of an eastern dragon. Its vintage appearance suggested that it was a custom-made item, crafted long before Kelly was even born.
As, he took his first puff Kelly inadvertently rembered and muttered what his grandfather used to say about Dreams.
"The Dreaming is a realm where people’s subconscious desires and fears manifest. It shows how our inner worlds define who we are, and sotis it is our destiny itself trying to communicate with us by using dreams as a dium"
Kelly thought about this for minutes while taking several puffs of smoke, at last he lets out a heavy sigh.
"Stupid Old man haunting from afterlife also, yes... it was just a dream, nothing more. There’s no need to dwell too deeply on it," he finally managed to sort out his thoughts, muttering to himself.
But as of this mont, little did Kamimura Kelly know, how right his Grandfather actually was... that this nightmare will soon materialize and beco a chilling reality, thrusting his life into a tumultuous whirlwind he never could have anticipated. The tranquil existence he had envisioned for himself is about to be shattered...
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