Here comes part 2. It's short, I know, and not that much happens. It's
kinda a filler, but you should read it any ways.
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Chapter 2: Crimson Blood.
My hands oh so bloody as the red blocked my vision. I watched as the
blood seeped onto the floor, from the bodies. The three bodies, mother,
father, and brother. All dead, by my hand. All I could see was the
crimson blood all around. On the floor, on the walls, on the bodies, on
the blade, and on my hand.
I had killed them all, and for what cause? Even though this was a
dream it still felt bad. And I had to question, why?
How did I know it was a dream? Because in the real thing, I did not
repent, I didn't feel a drop of regret. All I felt was a cold pleasure.
A pleasure in watching their eyes drain of life. The pleasure of
watching them die. It was a sickening feeling, remembering how I felt
then. Remembering how I had loved it all, every last second. As though
every ounce of anger was removed from my body, as well as any real
emotion. Only a cold contentment remained, a cold, bitter
contentment.............
I awoke in my bed and sighed. The same dream every night, every
night for years. Endless years. Why won't the dreams go away? Were they
the final punishment before I passed on into death. Was my life just one
big torture, or was there a point?
My hand drifted over to the small table where my alarm clock and a
glass of water lay. As my hand moved towards the water, it slipped and
knocked down the glass. It fell onto the wood floor and shattered into a
million pieces.
Swearing, I got up groggily out of bed and began to pick up the
pieces. As I picked up each of them, I cut my fingers. Once twice,
thrice. Ever single time I picked up a piece of glass I cut myself. So I
threw all the glass I had picked up down onto the ground with the rest
of the glass and decided to go down to the kitchen for a
drink.............
I pulled out a glass from the from the cabinet and went over to the
sink, I filled it with water and then turned it off leaving only the
sound of my breath in the pure darkness around me. For I had no lights
on, not one. Because there was no real need.
I took a sip of water and looked at the hand I used to pick up the
glass. It was all covered in blood from the wounds, but it mattered not
to me. The pain was just another relief, something to take my mind away
from those terrible screams that resided within my head.
Taking another side of the water I looked over to the table a the
end of the room. In the chair sat a woman. She was dressed in a red
tank-top and dark blue jeans. Her eyes were a very dark blue and her
hair a short purple. Hr skin was tanned slightly, giving her skin a int
of brown. The clothes she wore looked so tight I was surprised she could
breath. But it gave a great look at her beautiful figure. This woman
could almost put Alice to shame, depending on how you look at it.
Sighing I walked over to where she sat. It seemed women were
appearing everywhere just to bother me. But this one REALLY appeared.
And frankly I was going to get rid of her. If she really existed at
least. She could be just another delusion of mine, I had many while I
was in psychiatric care. "Who the hell are you and what are you doing
here?"
The women held a small wineglass in her hand filled to the brim with
a red wine. She took a small sip and smiled up at me. "My, my. So I
think they were right. Attracting a lot of attention were they not? Oh
well. I'm Sarah Delir, and this is not a dream."
"And I have your word for that, Mrs. Delir." I emphasized the Ms.
Delir, and used a total tone of sarcasm and annoyance at this.
She shook her head and took another sip of wine. "Not nice, are you?
A stunningly beautiful woman appears in your house, and you tell her to
leave. Cold, oh so very, very cold." There was tint of humor in her
voice.
I pointed up to the sky and then to the door outside which not far
from the kitchen. "Disappear out of here or go out the door. Either way,
leave me alone so I can wake up. I don't kindly to a knew kind of bad
dream. I already live with one."
She placed her free hand on her chest and wore a puppy dog look.
"I'm hurt. Really. Am I that bad of a dream. I know men who would die to
have me by their side. While you seem to enjoy being cruel to me. You're
quite unique."
"I said get out! Out of this house, out of my mind, out of my
dreams!" I screamed that at the top of my lungs and wished I would, or
could kill her. But even if she was real, I would not kill again. I
would not harm a single soul as long as I could control it.
"As you wish. Out of sight, out of mind I will be. But don't count
me staying away for too long. Until next time, Douglas Moores." And she
vanished.
And I awoke.....................
The alarm clock went off, which I found exceedingly annoying. It was
7:30, and time for me to get up and go to class. Therefore I reached
over to turn off the alarm clock, and hi the glass of water next to it.
The glass of water fell onto the floor and shattered into a million
pieces, and spilling its contents all over the floor.
I could tell this was going to be one of those bad days. Even for
me.
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