Ya Vienen: Chapter Two | Part Seven
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Fictional Horror Series
I woke to sound of my neighbors motorcycle. I dragged my eyes to my alarm. 6:05 AM. I could set a watch to his metallic symphony.
Wait.
My neighbor. The alarm. My dream. It all came flooding back to me. I was completely overcome by the events of the night before. I fell into a panic attack. As much as I was breathing, I felt like I wasn’t getting enough oxygen in. My face and hands turned into pins and needles. My fingers all stuck together. My chest ached. I felt like I was going to die. I couldn’t think.
“How…did…I…get back here?”
“How long…was I…just…standing there?!”
My head span and I laid back down. Trying desperately to breathe deeply and in rhythm.
For days I’ve been taunted by nightmares. Now new horrors were finding their way into my waking life.
Finally, my panicked breathing broke into sobs. I opened my mouth wide and screamed into my pillows like an animal. I continued until my throat scorched in pain. My jaw locked. My skin burned as tears fell against the raw skin of my cheeks. I was terrifying myself, but didn’t stop. Instead I clawed at my bed, my skin, pulled my hair, punched my face. I was at the end of my rope and I was ready to let go.
I twisted onto my back and the screaming stopped abruptly. As I looked up at my ceiling fan, my hands fell to the sides of my mangy tangled hair. I closed my mouth and my jaw cracked. My sobs were more infrequent. My eyes, throat, and chest all burned. I felt dizzy and empty.
My entire body was inflamed. A manifestation of my ravaged psyche.
Drained, my eyes closed. I couldn’t fight the languidity that fell over my body. I didn’t want to. If I returned to that hell world, so be it. For now, I needed to escape this one.
I woke up numb. Still exhausted in body and mind. I didn’t know what to do with myself. How to spend the rest of this day…until the next nightmare or episode would take over.
What is going on with me?
Am I crazy?
Again, my mind searched for logical explanations. Every conclusion I came to was marred by the mugs, the flies, the lipstick. Then there was my first nightmare. I had it before I learned about Tia being found.
God. What’s going on?
“Tia if this is you, please, tell me…tell me what you need.”
“I can’t take this anymore. Please just tell me.”
A few tears fell from my eyes. I was too wearied for anything more. I was still laying in bed. Having moved mere inches since waking. I stayed like this for another hour. The longer I stayed there, the angrier I grew. Something was happening to me. I couldn’t deny it any longer. I’ve been tormented by nightmares. A ghastly version of my Tia was haunting me. I needed to do something about it. I needed to figure out why this was happening. It had to end.
I couldn’t stay in bed any longer. If these horrors were going to return, I wanted to be ready for them.
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