25 July 2012
Lying in bed at night, awake as usual. And i hear a noise, sort of like a whisper, someone talking, every time it gets louder. I'm almost scared, but then I realise its just my dark side talking, I'm lying in bed at 2 in the morning so why does it think this is a great time to come and talk to Me, perch itself on the end of my bed and talk, remind me of the worst with a terrifying attention to detail. "Remember the time, June 16th, you were in form, you sat waiting for your tutor to arrive, already knowing what to expect..."
GO AWAY!
It laughs,
"and he walks in, the first thing he says is, Alisha, I want a word with you, it's the 3rd time this week he's called you out and yelled, and yelled, and yelled and yel-
Go away, I think again, I don't want this....
"And when he Yelled, he yelled. He yells AGAIN ALISHA, JUST STOP IT NOW, What you did was malicious!, wrong! Why can't you just accept you did it, stop lying to me, I'm sick of your lying...."
JUST STOP, now just stop please...
"Ok then, lets change the subject, what about 3 years ago, we were limping down the corridor to the heads office, only to be told that they can't do anything, that it isn't his fault, he doesn't understand... In our head we scream YES, YES HE DOES UNDERSTAND!!! PLEASE JUST DO SOMETHING!!, But we sit, silent.. We can't say anything that will help anymore. We walk back to class, we see him... We sit at our desk, our mind just fixated on him and the pain in our leg then out of nowhere we hear a shout ALISHA, STOP RIPPING THAT PAPER, YOUR STAYING IN FOR 2 LUNCHES FOR THAT! we look Down to see the maths sheet ripped to shreds, flakes covering our hands, we realise we ripped the paper, we ripped it to pieces, and we feel good, right for once, seeing the paper mutilated in our hands we thin-"
Stop! Please.
I can see the dark figure sitting at the end of the bed smile, a brutal, evil smile, the sort of smile murderers must smile.. A dark painful smile, the figure at the end of the bed leans towards me, I recognise the hair, shoulder length, blonde, but then I look closer and see the eyes, they aren't mine, mine are pale blue, almost white, but these eyes are dark, almost black spotted with greens and golds, staring intently at me. The smooth illusion of her face fades to scars, cuts bruises and lines, she continues to grin that malicious grin...
Then ringing, a monotone ringing fills my ears and I realise it's my alarm clock, I'm awake, I'm out of that now, no more jokes and jibes, no memories or pain.
It's 6 in the morning and I have to get up now, out of bed, nothing's at the end of my bed, nothing at all because it was just a dream.. Like it always is, every night....
A Ridiculously Long Dream Story • Opuss № I