Dream #1

One of the in story dreams my character has about her impending death.

It was dark. Too dark. I held my hands up to my face, and they could barely be seen. I didn’t like it, not at all. The air felt stale and stuffy. I didn’t like that either. It was completely silent, and I was afraid to breathe because it might give away my location. 

I wrinkled my nose. Why did I care if someone knew where I was? Wait, now I remember. I was in a maze. Like the little ones I used to make for mice. Except that maze had cheese at the end as a reward. This maze had a monster who wanted to eat me as my prize. 

I felt my heart beat quicker, and I was sure the monster would hear it and know where I was. I felt behind me. My back was up against a door. No, not just a door, but the door. The only door to get out. 

I can’t stay here. He would find me right away. No, I shouldn’t stay here. It wasn’t smart to stay here, and I was smart. I knew I was. I put my hands out in front of me and took a step forward. Then another step. This time my left hand grazed a rough wall. I pulled it back and gently rubbed it. It stung a bit, I must have scrapped it. I slowly put it out again, and gently felt the rough wall. I let my fingers run across it as I took another step, and then a few more. I started to walk a little quicker. 

I smiled. I could do this. Then my hand ran across something sticky and gooey on the wall. I stopped suddenly, my smile disappearing. I touched the sticky spot again. I didn’t like the feeling of it. I put my fingers near my nose and smelt the sticky stuff. It was blood. I jumped back, disgusted, my foot hitting something soft. I looked down, but it was too dark to see what it was. But I knew. I knew what it was. It was another victim. Someone just like me. I turned my head to the side and threw up. I didn’t like this. I wanted out. 

I started back towards the door, but I stopped. It was suicide. I would be found there. I didn’t want to be found. I wanted to be hidden. I took a deep breath of that stale, musty air. I coughed. It smelt like death. I imagined the air to be black. It was like I was inhaling ashes. 

I turned around and walked back to where the body was. I put my hand against the wall again, feeling the sticky blood. I tried to ignore it, and not to vomit all over again. I succeeded that time, and continued to walk. After awhile, my hand touched nothing. It was the end of the wall. Now I should turn. I slowly turned, but instead of finding a wall, I saw it.

Well, I didn’t see it. I just knew what it was. I screamed and started to run back to the door. It followed me. It was a fast runner. I was fast too, but not as fast as it. I could hear the sound of it breathing. I didn’t like that sound. I turned back to look at it, but I couldn’t see it. I wasn’t watching where I was going, and I tripped over the body. I screamed again. It was hovering over me. 

No, no, no! I screamed. No… I started crying and tried to back up. I tried to climb to my feet, but I stumbled. It followed me. I heard it make a noise. I think it was laughter. I cried even harder. I backed up as far as I could. My back hit the door. I stood up and banged on the door. Let me out! Let me out! I cried, but no one was there.

I looked back at it. At the monster. I thought I saw it grin. I screamed again, and it leaned towards me. I saw its face. It had horns on its head, and it looked like a bull, but it walked upright like a human. It had some red, sticky stuff coming from its mouth. It was blood. I screamed again and again. I begged it to leave me alone. It laughed again, and then it lunged. I tried to scream again, but I couldn’t. I saw blood everywhere. It was my blood. Everything started to go black…it was over. But wait, I see a light. It’s all bright now, not black anymore. I like the light, it’s comfortable. 

Author's Note

Let me know what you think. I might post other piece of this story soon. I love constructive criticism, because I need it to grow as an author so be honest. :)