Tag: Horror

The Beggar’s Bargain: Part Three

The Beggar’s Bargain: Part Three

I stayed beside her until the rain stopped.

She never knew.

She walked home alone beneath the streetlights, pulling her coat tighter around herself.

I followed.

Not because I wanted to.

Because I couldn’t do anything else.

Every step she took pulled me with her.

Every doorway she entered became mine.

Every room she walked into became a room I could never leave.

I was bound to her.

The beggar had kept his promise.

I just hadn’t understood what the promise would feel like.

She opened the door to her apartment.

I followed her inside.

She turned on the lights.

I stood behind her.

Watching.

Waiting.

Hoping.

She dropped her keys onto the counter.

I stared at them.

I remembered those keys.

I remembered the first apartment we shared.

The nights we’d stay awake talking until sunrise.

The way she’d steal the blankets.

The way she’d pretend to be asleep whenever I complained.

I smiled.

Then I remembered.

She didn’t remember me.

The smile disappeared.

She walked into the kitchen.

I followed.

She opened the refrigerator.

I watched her grab a bottle of water.

Something inside me broke.

Not because she was drinking water.

Because I remembered buying that exact brand for her.

She used to tell me it tasted better than the cheap stuff.

I wanted to laugh.

I wanted to tell her.

I wanted to say,

You still drink it.

But my voice never came.

I tried anyway.

“Do you remember?”

Nothing.

“Please.”

Nothing.

I stepped closer.

“It’s me.”

She shivered.

Her hand stopped.

She looked around.

My heart would’ve stopped if I still had one.

“Hello?”

I stood directly in front of her.

She couldn’t see me.

She looked toward the hallway.

Then the kitchen.

Nothing.

She rubbed her arms.

“Why is it so cold in here?”

I closed my eyes.

I was standing inches away from the woman I loved.

And she was afraid of me.

That was the first night.

It didn’t get easier.

It got worse.

Every day I watched her live.

Every day she forgot me.

And every day I remembered everything.

That was the punishment.

I remembered every kiss.

Every argument.

Every laugh.

Every stupid little thing I thought I’d forgotten.

The sound of her footsteps.

The way she said my name.

The look on her face when she was trying not to laugh.

The first time she told me she loved me.

The last time she told me she loved me.

I remembered all of it.

She remembered none of it.

Sometimes I screamed.

Sometimes I begged.

Sometimes I followed her from room to room just hoping she’d somehow feel something.

Anything.

But all I ever got was a shiver.

A glance over her shoulder.

A whisper of,

“Who’s there?”

I was there.

I was always there.

And she was always alone.

At least…

That’s what she thought.

Then the dreams started.

The first time, she woke up screaming.

I was sitting beside her bed.

She had tears running down her face.

She pressed a hand against her chest.

“Who was that?”

I stared at her.

She looked around the room.

Then she whispered,

“I know you.”

My entire body went still.

She looked directly at me.

For one impossible second, I thought she could see me.

Then her eyes moved past me.

She didn’t know I was there.

But she knew someone was.

She closed her eyes again.

I watched her fall back asleep.

And then I saw it.

Her face changed.

She was dreaming.

I couldn’t hear everything.

But I could see myself.

Standing beside her.

Alive.

Smiling.

Holding her hand.

She smiled back.

A tear rolled down her cheek.

“No,” she whispered in her sleep.

I moved closer.

“Please,” she said.

My chest tightened.

“Don’t go.”

I reached toward her.

My hand passed through hers.

She suddenly opened her eyes.

She gasped.

The dream was gone.

But she was still crying.

She looked around the room.

“Why do I keep dreaming about you?”

I couldn’t answer.

She wiped her face.

“I don’t even know who you are.”

I whispered,

“Yes, you do.”

She couldn’t hear me.

But something had changed.

The dreams continued.

Night after night.

Sometimes she dreamed about places.

A restaurant.

A park.

A rainy street.

A little apartment with yellow walls.

Places I remembered.

Places we had been.

Sometimes she dreamed about conversations.

Things I’d said to her.

Things she couldn’t possibly know.

And sometimes…

She dreamed about me dying.

Those were the worst.

She would watch me disappear.

Watch me walk away.

Watch me stand in the rain.

Watch me drink the black liquid.

And every time she woke up crying.

Every time she would say the same thing.

“I don’t know him.”

But she always remembered my face.

Not during the day.

Never during the day.

But when she slept…

Something inside her refused to let me disappear completely.

And that gave me hope.

Hope was cruel.

I began waiting for nighttime.

The only time I could be near her without feeling completely invisible.

I watched her sleep.

I listened to her breathing.

Sometimes she smiled in her dreams.

Sometimes she cried.

Sometimes she reached toward the empty side of the bed.

Toward me.

One night, she whispered,

“Stay.”

I froze.

She reached out.

Her hand moved through the space where I was standing.

“Please.”

I moved closer.

“I’m here.”

Her fingers curled around nothing.

But she smiled.

For the first time since I died…

She smiled at me.

Even though she couldn’t see me.

Even though she didn’t know why.

Then she whispered something that made the darkness inside me disappear.

“I miss you.”

I couldn’t breathe.

I fell to my knees beside her bed.

She didn’t know who she missed.

She didn’t know my name.

She didn’t know our memories.

But somewhere inside her…

Something missed me.

I reached toward her face.

My fingers stopped just before touching her skin.

I couldn’t feel her warmth.

But I could see her.

And somehow that hurt more.

Because she was right there.

And I had never felt farther away.

Then her eyes opened.

She stared directly at me.

Not past me.

Not through me.

At me.

I couldn’t move.

Neither could she.

Her eyes filled with tears.

She whispered,

“It’s you.”

I almost screamed.

“What?”

She sat up slowly.

Her breathing became shallow.

“I’ve seen you before.”

I moved closer.

“Where?”

Her face twisted with confusion.

“In my dreams.”

My voice broke.

“You remember me?”

She shook her head.

“No.”

The hope disappeared.

“But I remember how I feel when I see you.”

I stared at her.

She reached toward me.

Her hand passed through my chest.

She pulled it back quickly.

Her face went pale.

“You’re cold.”

I looked down at myself.

I could see the streetlight through my chest.

“I know.”

She stared at me.

“Are you dead?”

I nodded.

She swallowed.

“Were you someone I loved?”

I couldn’t speak.

She started crying.

“Why can’t I remember you?”

I wanted to tell her everything.

I wanted to tell her how much I loved her.

How much I had sacrificed.

How I had given up everything just to bring her back.

Instead, I whispered the only thing I could.

“You did.”

She closed her eyes.

A tear slipped down her cheek.

Then she whispered,

“Then why does remembering you hurt so much?”

I didn’t have an answer.

But somewhere outside the apartment…

I heard laughter.

That same laugh.

Deep.

Old.

Familiar.

The beggar.

I turned toward the window.

He was standing across the street.

Watching us.

Smiling.

I ran toward the door.

But before I reached it, his voice filled the room.

“You wanted her back.”

I froze.

His voice came from everywhere.

“You never asked what remembering would cost.”

I turned around.

He was gone.

She was still sitting on the bed.

Crying.

Confused.

And then she looked at me again.

“I know you,” she whispered.

This time…

I wasn’t sure if that was a blessing.

Or the beginning of something much worse.

Because if she could remember me…

Maybe the bargain wasn’t over.

Maybe it had only just begun.

The Beggar’s Bargain: Part Two

The Beggar’s Bargain: Part Two

The paper was cold. Not cold like something left out in the rain. Cold like it had never known warmth. I held it between my fingers, staring at the strange symbols carved across its surface.

“What do I have to do?”

The beggar didn’t answer. He simply watched me. Waiting.

“For her,” I whispered. “I’ll do anything.”

“I know.”

His voice sounded different now. Deeper. Older. Like several voices were speaking through the same mouth.

He reached into his coat and pulled out a small glass vial. Inside was a thick, black liquid. It moved slowly, even though he wasn’t shaking it.

“What is that?”

“A gamble.”

I frowned. “A gamble?”

The beggar nodded. “You want her back.”

“Yes.”

“I can give her back.”

My heart skipped.

“But there is no guarantee.”

“Guarantee of what?”

His eyes narrowed.

“That she will remember you.”

I stared at him. “What do you mean?”

“When she returns, she may remember everything.”

Hope rose inside me.

“Everything?”

“Her childhood.”

He lifted one finger.

“Her family.”

Another.

“Her friends.”

Another.

“Her life.”

Then he looked directly into my eyes.

“Maybe even you.”

My heart began pounding.

“Maybe?”

The beggar smiled.

“Death takes many things.”

He held up the vial.

“Sometimes it takes the body.”

“Sometimes the memories.”

“And sometimes…”

He paused.

“…the people who belong to those memories.”

I didn’t understand.

“What happens if she doesn’t remember me?”

“You’ll know.”

“And if she does?”

The beggar shrugged.

“Then perhaps you win.”

“Perhaps?”

He laughed.

“You asked for a miracle.”

He stepped closer.

“Miracles are nothing more than foolish gambles with impossible odds.”

I stared at the vial.

“So what happens to me?”

The beggar smiled.

“That depends.”

“On what?”

“Whether she remembers you.”

I swallowed.

“And if she doesn’t?”

His expression changed. The smile disappeared.

“Then you will become something else.”

“What?”

“A ghost.”

I stared at him.

“You’re joking.”

“Do I look like a man who jokes?”

No.

He didn’t.

“You’ll be bound to her.”

“For how long?”

The beggar’s eyes seemed to darken.

“Until she dies.”

I felt my stomach twist.

“And then?”

He smiled again.

“Who knows?”

I looked away.

This was insane. A stranger in the rain was offering to bring my dead lover back to life. And all I had to do was gamble everything.

“What are the odds?”

The beggar laughed.

“Does it matter?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because I need to know what I’m risking.”

He stepped closer until his face was inches from mine.

“You already know.”

His voice dropped to a whisper.

“You’re risking yourself.”

I looked down at the photograph in my hand. Her smile. Her eyes. The woman I would give anything to hold again.

“What if she remembers me?”

“Then you have her back.”

“And if she doesn’t?”

“You’ll still have her.”

I frowned.

“What does that mean?”

“She’ll live.”

He paused.

“She’ll laugh.”

Another pause.

“She’ll love.”

His eyes locked onto mine.

“She just won’t know that you were ever part of her life.”

My chest tightened.

“And I’ll be there?”

“Always.”

“Watching her?”

“Yes.”

“Unable to speak to her?”

“Yes.”

“Unable to touch her?”

“Yes.”

“Unable to leave?”

The beggar smiled.

“Never.”

Silence.

I looked at the vial. The gamble suddenly felt much bigger. But then I looked at her photograph.

And I realized something.

I wasn’t afraid of losing myself.

I had already lost everything that mattered.

I just wanted her back.

So I reached for the vial.

The beggar didn’t stop me. He only whispered:

“Foolish man.”

I looked at him.

“What?”

He smiled.

“Nothing.”

I uncorked the vial. The smell that escaped wasn’t chemical. It smelled like earth. Like a grave.

I raised it toward my lips.

Then stopped.

“One last question.”

The beggar waited.

“If she doesn’t remember me…”

My voice cracked.

“…will she at least know that I loved her?”

The beggar stared at me.

For the first time, he looked almost sorry.

“No.”

My heart sank.

“But she may feel you.”

I frowned.

“What?”

“A cold breeze when you’re near.”

“A shadow that follows her.”

“A presence beside her when she sleeps.”

He leaned closer.

“She may spend the rest of her life feeling like someone is watching over her.”

I looked at the vial.

“And she’ll never know it’s me?”

“No.”

I closed my eyes.

Then I drank.

The liquid was ice-cold.

Not the kind of cold that made me shiver.

The kind that felt alive.

It slid down my throat like melted snow, then suddenly turned to fire. I doubled over, clutching my chest as something inside me seemed to twist.

I couldn’t breathe.

My lungs seized.

I opened my mouth, but no air came.

Then I felt my heartbeat.

One beat.

Two.

Three.

And then—

Nothing.

My heart stopped.

I looked at the beggar.

He hadn’t moved.

He was smiling.

Then another heartbeat slammed against my ribs.

Hard enough to hurt.

I gasped.

A second later, another.

Then another.

Too fast.

Too loud.

Each beat sounded like a fist pounding against the inside of my chest.

I dropped the vial.

It shattered against the pavement.

The pain spread through my body.

My fingers went numb first.

Then my hands.

A strange tingling crawled beneath my skin, like thousands of tiny insects were moving through my veins.

I scratched at my arms.

Nothing.

The sensation wasn’t on my skin.

It was underneath it.

Deep beneath the flesh.

I looked down.

The tips of my fingers had begun to fade.

Not disappear.

Fade.

As though someone had taken an eraser to my body.

I could see the rain through them.

“No.”

I stumbled backward.

My shoes scraped against the pavement.

I grabbed my arm.

My fingers passed through it.

There was no resistance.

No warmth.

No flesh.

Nothing.

I screamed.

“What did you do to me?”

The beggar only watched.

My stomach dropped.

I could no longer feel the rain hitting my skin.

I could see it.

I could see every drop passing through my hands.

But I couldn’t feel a single one.

Then my skin began to crawl.

Not metaphorically.

I watched as the flesh along my arms rippled beneath my sleeves, moving against the shape of my bones.

My jaw clenched.

A pressure built inside my skull.

My ears began ringing.

Then came the whispering.

Thousands of voices.

All around me.

All inside me.

Some crying.

Some laughing.

Some calling my name.

I covered my ears.

It didn’t help.

The voices were coming from somewhere deeper.

From whatever part of me was still left.

My knees buckled.

I fell to the ground.

But I didn’t feel the impact.

I looked down.

My legs were transparent now.

The pavement showed through them.

My chest followed.

My ribs faded.

My hands.

My arms.

My entire body was becoming nothing.

I could see the street through myself.

The rain through myself.

The world through myself.

I tried to scream again.

But my voice came out wrong.

Thin.

Distorted.

Like it was being dragged through a long, empty hallway.

Then the cold reached my face.

It crawled across my skin.

Over my cheeks.

Across my lips.

Into my eyes.

I blinked.

And for one terrifying second, I couldn’t remember what it felt like to have a body.

I couldn’t remember the warmth of my own skin.

The weight of my hands.

The sound of my heartbeat.

Even my reflection began to disappear from the puddle beneath me.

I reached toward it.

There was nothing there.

Then—

Silence.

The voices stopped.

The pain stopped.

The cold stopped.

Everything stopped.

I looked up.

She was standing beneath the streetlight.

Alive.

Breathing.

Looking directly at me.

My heart should have been pounding.

But I no longer had a heartbeat.

“Her…”

I took a step toward her.

She stepped backward.

Fear filled her eyes.

I reached for her.

“It’s me.”

She stared at me.

Confused.

Afraid.

Then she whispered:

“I’m sorry…”

She shook her head.

“I don’t know you.”

I froze.

The world seemed to disappear around me.

“No…”

I looked toward the beggar.

He was gone.

Only the rain remained.

I turned back to her.

She couldn’t see me anymore.

I screamed her name.

She didn’t move.

I ran toward her.

My hand passed through her shoulder.

She shivered.

She looked around.

“Why does it feel so cold?”

I stood beside her.

Crying.

Screaming.

Begging her to remember me.

But she couldn’t hear me.

She couldn’t see me.

She couldn’t remember me.

And somewhere in the darkness behind us…

I heard the beggar laugh.

That’s when I realized the truth.

It was never a gamble.

The beggar already knew how the story would end.

I hadn’t gambled with my life.

I had gambled with my place in hers.

And I had lost.

To be continued…

Under the Red Umbrella

The rain started wrong tonight,

A whisper instead of a warning,

A hush laid over the world,

Like something trying not to wake the dead. 

Each drop felt deliberate. 

Measured.

Like a countdown I couldn’t hear finish. 

I walk anyway,

The night wraps around me,

Like a secret too heavy to hold. 

It was almost a good day,

Balanced on the edge of something whole. 

Until it split open.

Until she slipped through the cracks,

That I pretended weren’t there. 

I reach for my umbrella,

But absence answers me. 

It’s an empty space,

Something familiar that should be with me,

Just like her. 

Five minutes to the bus stop.

Twenty minutes to wait. 

An eternity to remember. 

The rain thickens,

Not heavier,

Just closer. 

Clinging to my skin like it recognizes me. 

A second rhythm threads itself into the night. 

Footsteps.

Sharp as glass. 

Soft as guilt. 

I turn.

It’s a woman behind me. 

Stitched together by shadow and distance. 

Walking beneath a red umbrella, 

That bleeds color into the dark. 

The red umbrella glows.

It’s not bright, 

But it’s alive. 

Something in me recoils. 

Something else leans closer. 

Something too familiar,

Reminds me of her. 

I keep walking.

So does the woman under the red umbrella.

Our steps braid together

Mine and hers,

Until I can’t tell

Which sound belongs to me. 

The rain swallows everything else. 

The city dissolves.

And suddenly,

I am not alone with what I’ve done. 

The bus stop waits,

Empty and hollow,

A place meant for leaving,

That feels more like being found. 

She stands beside me now, 

Close enough that the air shifts. 

Close enough that I feel colder for it. 

The rain unravels,

The world blurs,

Edges melting, 

Colors bleeding,

Until everything becomes one long wound of red. 

Silence falls like a curtain.

I’m dry. 

The storm stops touching me,

As if I’ve stepped outside of it,

Or into something deeper. 

I’m under the red umbrella. 

I thank the woman for covering me,

She doesn’t answer. 

I look at her face,

It’s fragmented,

Like a broken mirror,

Reflecting something I don’t want to recognize. 

But I do.

Memory rises,

Like something drowning,

The argument,

Sharp and spiraling,

Her voice cracking,

My hands tightening,

The moment everything fragile gave way. 

The rain that night, 

Just like this night,

It was soft enough to hide the sound of something ending. 

And the umbrella was red,

A bright wound against the dark. 

I left her there.

Folded into the pavement. 

Wrapped in silence.

Sheltered by something that couldn’t save her. 

My breath fractures.

Her head tilts,

Slow and mechanical, 

Like grief learning how to move again. 

She steps closer. 

Close enough that I fall into her shadow. 

Close enough that I see what’s left of her. 

She’s not whole. 

She’s not human. 

She’s just a memory,

Reshaped into something that refuses to stay buried. 

Her fingers find mine,

Cold as the space between heartbeats. 

She cries that I forgot her. 

Her voice isn’t sound,

It’s pressure,

It’s weight,

It’s the echo of something that never stopped screaming. 

The umbrella dips lower,

The red spreads wider,

Dripping into the world,

Dripping into me, 

Until I can’t tell where it ends and I begin. 

The rain beyond it is no longer rain, 

It’s thicker,

Heavier,

Falling like consequence.

I understand now,

I was never walking home. 

I’ve been walking inside the moment I tried to leave behind. 

Looping it. 

Living it. 

Becoming it. 

Because she never left.

She just waited. 

Patient as the rain. 

Quiet as regret,

Under the red umbrella,

Where I left her. 

And it is now where I stay. 

I Whispered His Name to Death

I remember the first time I saw him, 

He was arrogant and loud,

He still is to this day, 

He is a man swollen with a twisted belief,

That nothing in this world stood above him. 

The rules bend around him like frightened servants.

He is a true menace in plain sight. 

Yet everyone adored him, 

They worshipped the man who never loses, 

The man who lives for the race, 

The man who runs, 

As if Death itself could never catch him.

But I saw the truth in him, 

He is a thief wearing a crown    

And then there was her, 

The girl I loved in silence for a year, 

From the shadows, 

From the corners where my eyes could linger, 

Without ever being seen.

She was perfect. 

Too perfect for the world that surrounded her. 

Her smile was soft, 

Like something sacred only meant for me.

She was supposed to be mine, 

And he noticed me staring at her. 

He looked at her, 

Then at me, 

And asked if she’s mine. 

I froze. 

Just for a moment. 

A single moment too long, 

And that was all he needed.

He walked over to her, 

As if she were a prize, 

Waiting to be claimed. 

He made her laugh in ways

I had rehearsed a thousand times in my head. 

Her smile widened for him, 

Her voice was soft and gentle, 

Sweet enough to haunt my dreams. 

Her body leaned toward him, 

And his hand rested against her arm,

Like it had always belonged there. 

She was supposed to be mine, 

And he stole her from me, 

Like it was nothing to him, 

Like taking a coin from a beggar’s hand. 

So I confronted him. 

I demanded what was mine,

And he laughed, 

Laughed like I was a joke

God forgot to finish writing. 

Then he offered me a race for her. 

He would even give me a head start. 

He asked with a wicked smile, 

“How badly do you want her?” 

He knew. 

He knew I couldn’t beat him. 

But I ran anyway. 

Because she was watching. 

Surely she would see the truth. 

Surely she would see that he was a monster.

A man who didn’t deserve her. 

A man who would treat her like another trophy, 

To hang on his wall.

I looked back,

And saw her clinging to him, 

Looking at him like he was a god. 

Why couldn’t she see what I see? 

I ran, 

I ran until my lungs burned, 

Slowed down a little, 

Not even sure if I was close to the finish line,

I had to look back, 

Not understanding her devotion, 

To her new god she just met. 

As I was looking back, 

He started running, 

And he was already past me, 

Eyes locked on the finish line, 

Not even acknowledging me. 

What happened to my head start? 

He won. 

Of course he won. 

Years passed. 

He never stops running, 

He never stops flaunting her in my face, 

She has his children now. 

He doesn’t care about her,

The way I do, 

He doesn’t love her, 

The way I do, 

He stole her from me, 

Because it amused him. 

Because it was a game to him. 

I hate him. 

I hate him in ways that poison the blood. 

Every breath I take tastes like him. 

Every night his laughter crawls through my skull. 

I cannot outrun him. 

I cannot beat him. 

But there is one thing that can. 

I whisper his name to Death. 

Softly. 

Over and over again. 

Like a prayer spoken in the dark. 

Death listens.

Death is patient. 

Death waits for the right door. 

And when Death finally knocks on his door, 

I will be waiting. 

Take him. 

Break him. 

Make him feel the terror, 

Of being chased.

Let him run, 

Until his legs shatter, 

Until his lungs drown in fear.

Make him understand what it feels like to lose. 

I would gladly give my life, 

For that moment. 

Take my breath. 

Take my soul. 

Take every second I have left. 

Just for a chance,

For him to see Death. 

The Monster Behind Me

It comes every night. 

Right when the world goes quiet, 

And the lights stop pretending they protect me. 

It’s never in front of me,

It stays behind me. 

Always behind me, 

Although this is scary, 

This is strangely comforting for me, 

Because I know where it will always be. 

This monster frightens me, 

My skin tightens when it’s near, 

And my heartbeat forgets its rhythm, 

And becomes a broken hymn swallowed by the dark.

It’s always so close to me, 

I can hear it breathing through the dark, 

It’s wet and slow, 

Like it’s savoring the thought of me, 

It wants me hollow, 

It wants me shaking, 

It wants me alive long enough to enjoy, 

Savoring the thought of eating me alive. 

So I run away from it, 

Not because I think I’ll escape, 

But because stopping feels worse, 

Stopping means I have to finally face it, 

So I run until my legs burn,

I run until my thoughts blur, 

I run until exhaustion feels like mercy. 

They say if I turn around and face it,

Something different will happen,

Something new will come my way, 

They say it will lose its power, 

They say it feeds on my fear,

But what if they’re wrong? 

What if it’s stronger when seen? 

What if it’s waiting for me to finally look at it? 

I can’t face it like a madman, 

With eyes wide open, 

Pretending to be brave,

When all I can feel is terror in my heart, 

If I turn around and it’s real, 

If I turn around and it smiles, 

What happens after that? 

I refuse to find out, 

I can’t face the unknown, 

I have to keep running. 

And running. 

And running away from it, 

That’s the choice I have to choose. 

It torments me in unimaginable ways,

It drags my mind through every failure, 

Every unfinished dream, 

Every version of myself that didn’t survive,

And I only keep running,

And enduring all the nightmares it inflicts on me. 

I want to believe there’s hope,

I want to believe I’m braver than this,

But that’s just wishful thinking.

I’m stuck in my own ways,

I’m used to running from it, 

I’m used to the sound it makes when it’s close, 

I’m used to how it keeps me low and alone,

I’m used to it nibbling at me, 

Piece by piece,

Taking things that can’t be replaced, 

Until I don’t recognize what’s left of me. 

This monster will always follow me. 

This monster will always be behind me. 

I don’t run to escape it anymore, 

I run to pretend it hasn’t already won. 

Dream Girls: Part Sixteen

The orange sun is shining bright in a dark world,

It’s strange to see such a thing,

Where is the moon?

Why is the orange sun front and center right now?

The heat is becoming unbearable,

There’s no reason for it to feel like summer,

I need the coolness of the night,

The soft touch of the moon,

The sun has no business in this dark world.

Why must it torment me now?

I’ve suffered too much,

I’m sweating too much,

I’m losing too much,

This world is too much for me.


I find myself in an unfamiliar city,

I ran to the city,

But maybe I should’ve just settled for the small house,

Maybe the four yellow walls could’ve protected me more,

Maybe it wouldn’t have mattered,

Maybe my fate is already sealed,

Maybe there’s just no way to avoid death itself.


I can’t run anymore,

I’m staggering and trying to stay on my feet,

But it’s impossible,

I fall down in front of an interesting building,

It’s a black cathedral,

It’s so familiar to me,

Yet unfamiliar in this dark world.


The orange sun continues to beat down on me,

While the night does nothing to stop the beating,

I’m powerless to do anything,

I’m ready for death to take me now,

The black cathedral’s bells begin to toll.

My time in this world will come to an end soon,

I just need her to seal my fate.


I hear her footsteps coming towards me,

She’s ready to end this horrific dream,

Maybe I can wake up to a better reality,

Or maybe another nightmare is in store for me,

But I’m glad I know that this is a dream,

That I struggle to escape from,

I hope this is the end,

I hope the loop of this dream is over,

I can’t take the terror and horror anymore,

I just want to wake up from this dream,

I need her to free me from this dream,

Once and for all,

Everything turns black.


Dream Girls: Part Fifteen

I find myself lost in a forest,

I’m wearing some red sunglasses,

It’s weird seeing such a red world,

I think about taking off the red sunglasses,

But I stop myself for some reason,

And look around my environment,

But I quickly hear a storm is brewing,

It makes sense,

Light is nowhere in sight,

Thunder is getting ready to rumble loud and proud,

Letting its voice be heard,


My heart starts beating faster,

Because I’m in such a dark world,

And I can only see red around me.

Why am I wearing these red sunglasses?

Why am I lost in a forest?

I need to get out of here,

And I need to remember why I’m here.


I start wandering through the forest,

I’m walking for what feels like hours

And I’m trying to find something,

But I don’t even know what I’m searching for,

I’m lost and afraid,

The night begins to blanket the forest,

Total darkness is all around me,

But all I see is a red world.


Rain starts falling from the sky,

I need find shelter as soon as possible,

Something tells me it’s dangerous to be in this forest,

An evil is lurking in this forest,

Waiting to devour me,

Waiting to take me out,

Waiting for me in this dark world.


All of sudden,

Salvation is in front of me,

I find myself in front of a small house,

I see no door,

It looks like it only has one room,

But it has a small window,

Maybe I can get through the small window,

Maybe this is an opportunity to save myself,

And hide myself from this dark forest.

At least until the morning comes along.


Before I can do anything,

Someone comes behind me,

And stabs me on my right side,

It hurts so much,

I turn around to see who stabbed,

My heart drops when I see it’s her.

She’s the dark figure I was running away from,

She’s the reason I’m here now,

I’m struggling to move,

And she takes the red sunglasses off of me,

And stabs me again on my right side.


She smiles in delight of my pain,

And I immediately start running away from her,

But she’s not chasing me,

She’s watching me run away in fear,

She’s watching me lose so much blood,

She’s watching me die.


I put some distance between me and her,

And I get closer to the small house,

But then I notice there’s a whole city behind the house

Maybe I should keep running,

Instead of running to the small house,

But I don’t think I can make it to the city,

It’s getting harder to run and breathe,

And I just need a place to rest,

In this dark forest.


I make it to the small house,

And rush towards the small window,

It’s the only way for me to enter the house,

I look inside the house through the window,

And I see for yellow walls,

And nothing else,

I turn back around,

And see her slowly coming my way


I have to break the window,

I have to get inside for safety,

I start banging on the window,

Trying desperately to break the glass,

I’m trying not to think about the blood,

Trickling down my body,

But I can’t stop banging the window,

I have to break the glass,

This is my only opportunity to find salvation.


She’s getting closer and closer to me,

And I’m so close to breaking the glass,

I can already feel my body ready to give up,

But I still muster up the strength to keep going,

And break the glass,

I jump into the open window,

And fall to the ground,

So glad to see four yellow walls around me,

Surrounding me,

Protecting me from her and the dark forest,

Everything turns black.




Dream Girls: Part Fourteen

The sun is slowly rising up in the sky,

A new day is finally about to start,

I’m sitting on a black boulder in a vast forest,

I look around

And admire the priceless scenery that surrounds me,

The sun is close to setting,

And it’s about to provide the blue sky with an array of colors.

A slight breeze is quietly touching me,

It means me no harm.

It’s only meant to provide me a sound mind,

I stare into the sparkling river in front of me,

The rapid flow of the river is pleasing to my ears.


My heart starts beating fast,

There’s something wrong here,

There’s something not quite right here.

This place feels all too familiar,

Yet so wrong in every way.

There’s something missing here,

Actually there’s someone missing here,

This place is deceiving me,

And I need the truth now.


Something strange starts to happen,

The river gets louder,

The breeze becomes the wind,

The branches on trees start to break and make noises,

But the sky remains the same,

The orange sun shines bright in the blue sky.


A twig breaks behind me,

And I see a woman in an all black cloak,

I can see her clearly,

She has a menacing look on her face,

And I see she has a knife in her right hand,

And shattered red sunglasses in her left hand,

When I see the sunglasses,

I instantly remember who was supposed to be with me here,

In this place.


I try to run away,

But she reaches me,

Before I can even make an attempt to escape,

And she stabs me in the stomach.

She pulls the knife out quickly,

And blood starts pouring on the ground,

I stagger backwards,

I’m struggling to breathe,

And I’m trying to comprehend this unfortunate event,


All of a sudden,

The strangest thing starts to happen,

The orange fades away,

The blue sky is covered with gray clouds,

My beautiful scenery is slowly fading away,

I’m staggering backwards,

And I fall into the river,

But then I find myself in some sort of white tub,

Everything turns white.

Until everything turns black.

Dream Girls: Part Thirteen

I find myself trapped in a gigantic room,

Space is all around me,

But I’m surrounded by four yellow walls,

There’s no door in sight,

There’s a just small window,

I squint to see what’s out the window,

But I can only see total darkness,

I need to get a closer look out there.


I slowly get up,

But I quickly wince in pain,

I look down at my body,

And I notice I was stabbed two times on my right side.

Blood starts dripping down my body,

And I quickly apply pressure,

And I rush to the small window in front of me.


I start running towards the window,

But I notice the room feels a little smaller,

Almost like the walls are closing in,

As I get closer to the window,

I now see the walls are closing in,

I stop where I’m at,

And the walls stop closing in.


I don’t understand,

Am I just supposed to stay in this room with the yellow walls?

Am I just supposed to keep bleeding?

Am I just supposed to die here?

I don’t want to get crushed to death,

But I don’t want to bleed myself to death.

I can’t just stay here,

I would rather move forward,

I would rather go to the window.


I start running towards the window,

And the yellow walls start closing in on me.

The pain on my side is getting worse,

I’m still losing to much blood,

It’s getting harder to breathe,

I’m struggling to run towards the window,

And I want to give up,

But I’m determined to make it to the window.


By the time I make it to the small window,

The once gigantic room is now like a small bedroom,

There’s no space whatsoever,

And I have little time,

My vision is getting blurry,

I barely have the strength to stand up,

Or even open this window,

I only have one opportunity for salvation.


I try to open up the window,

But I can’t do it,

The yellow walls are getting closer to my body,

And it feels like I’m in a closet.

I start banging on the window,

Trying desperately to break the glass,

I’m making little progress with the window,

The yellow walls eventually reach my body,

And I can no escape these yellow walls.


I’m slowly getting crushed by the yellow walls,

I can hear my bones cracking,

And blood flooding out of my body,

I’m in excruciating pain,

All of sudden,

There’s a change in the window,

I look through the window,

And see a familiar, frightening woman staring at me,

Smiling in delight of my suffering,

And enjoying my demise,

Everything turns black.


Dream Girls: Part Twelve

I find myself in a white bath tub,

The water is running,

And the tub is only half full with water,

The water is clear,

There’s steam all around,

And I can barely see anything,

But I can tell that I’m in a bathroom,

How did I get here?

Why am I here in the first place?


I try to get out of the bath tub,

But I’m struggling to get out for some reason,

I’m actually in a little bit of pain,

I look down,

And I’m shocked to see the water is no longer clear,

It’s becoming a little red,

I’m horrified that it’s due to the blood from my own body,

My heart starts beating faster,

How did this wound suddenly appear?

How did I get stabbed in the stomach?



The water is still running,

I have to stop it from overflowing the tub.

But before I can do anything,

I hear a door slowly open,

I turn to my right,

And I see only darkness through the doorway,

No light whatsoever.


A shadow figure enters the bathroom,

It looks like it’s a woman,

But I can’t tell right away.

The pain starts to intensify,

But it feels strangely familiar.


Water and my blood overflows the bathtub,

And pour right on the floor,

It’s getting harder to breathe,

It’s getting harder to stay alive,

Death is near and very close to me.


The dark figure comes behind me,

And submerges me deep into the tub,

Water fills my lungs,

And takes over my body,

I’m drowning with no way to escape,

She has me pinned down,

I will be dead soon,

Everything turns black.