I can hear the distant sound of footsteps and laughter. Could it be my knight in shining armour? Not in this once upon a time. I do not consider it necessary to go into the particulars of what happened, but some things were said and some things got done that were regretted. This was where it started. She became mean.
I am alone again in my own thoughts. It would seem appropriate for me to cry. But I don’t. I am stronger than that. I will attempt to prove, as it seems that there is no doubt about my fate now that it is possible for me to die with dignity.
Funny thing about dying is it’s not like what people think. There is no white light or anything. Just a whole lot of thoughts, all mixed together and becoming tangled. Distant memories flood back into my mind. I push them back into the darkness. I will not cry today. Another time, another day, maybe…
My eyes flicker open as I hear the sound of heavy footfalls on the uneven steps. The door is hurled open and a female voice I recognise commands, ‘Out!’ My legs are stiff from being stuck in the same position for so long that at first I can’t carry my weight. She decides I am taking too long and grabs my bare ankles and pulls hard. I hit my head on the low stone steps and I could already feel the warm sticky liquid trickling down my forehead.
Revenge
I stand tremblingly, trying not to show the pain inflicted on me whilst glaring fiercely at her.
She is the knife in her hand, the knife in my heart. It would be a lie to say that in this dream I did not want it. The end is such an over-dramatic term. I just want peace. I wanted to be released from the pain she is forcing on me every day of my waking life. She holds the blade of the knife against me and slowly draws a line down my throat with the sharpest point. She smiles, pauses, and forces the blade into my neck. I don’t scream. There’s no time.
I fell through time and space. They say that if you die in your dreams, then you die in reality. I died in that dream…