The Tunnel

(authors note: hi! this is actually a dream (nightmare) I had a few years ago, there are actually more than one version but they alway take place in the same tunnel. never been able to forget them, so I thought I'd write this one down :) if you'd like to read the others say so, but i warn you they get really horrible! This was the nicest one. love R)

I'm in a tunnel, disgusting water sloshes at my ankles and the stench is almost over whelming, I can't move, I don't want to move, the darkness seems to swarm before my eyes forming shapes that almost move as if they are, in return, watching me.
I shouldn't be here, I know I shouldn't, everything inside of me is screaming for me turn around and leave. But I can't.
Above my head I hear the sounds of horses hooves and the creaks of wooden wheels from carriages. So far away it was as is if they were in a completely different world.
It suddenly dawns on me that if I scream they won't be able to hear me. I should be scared by that, but I'm not, it's oddly comforting. But I'm not sure why.
A candle suddenly flickers into life and even though it's small it somehow lights the whole tunnel up. It's empty and cold. The walls are a hard brick stone and as I look down I that what I'm standing in is sewer water.
But I don't get time to react because as soon as the candle flickers a scream echoes down the tunnel, bouncing off the walls. I run without thinking or caring towards it.
I round a corner and a bright light appears, so bright it almost blinds me, my legs failing to hold me up anymore and I stumble into the murky water, my long dress becoming tangled around me, I cry out my hands scraping the stone, and as if effected by my voice the light dims every so slightly.
And he appears.
A dark figure in the light and he studies me, I'm shaking, the sear sight of him is enough for me to lose any rational thought. It's becoming harder and harder to breathe and I expect him to kill me, I almost want him to.
But he doesn't.
Instead he watches me and I see a single tear fall down his cheek.
Shadows are almost swarming around me, there dark tongues licking at my skin, cutting deep into it.
"Maybe next time." he whispers his voice like honey filling me with useless hope that is once again wrongly misplaced in him.
The shadows are getting thicker and darker forming more sinister shapes, a black ooze seems to slide forward, forming hands reaching towards me.
But I can't scream. Im not sure I want to, so instead I welcome them.
Because they save me.
They save me from the pain of loving him.
And he knows this, the sadness in his eyes is almost consuming and I hold on to the image of them as I fall backwards into the darkness of the shadows.