Disclaimer! This Dream involves murder, loss of sanity, blood, irregular holes, and turning into a monster from your worst nightmares
People with trypophobia, wait for the next story.
Reader's discretion is advised.
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I stand in a beautiful garden, surrounded by bird of paradise flowers, bromeliads and other tropical flowers.
In the center, an ornate fountain.
Inhale, then exhale.
I approach a red hibiscus and smell it.
A sharp pain in my leg makes me jerk away from the flower.
A wasp had stung me.
But no ordinary wasp.
It was an Asian Giant Hornet.
Two inches long with a wingspan of 3 inches.
Its sting is capable of melting the flesh.
My father grabs it out of the air and crushes it.
One moment later drive, gray, itchy patches form on my legs.
One takes the shape on my right cheek.
I reach up, in touch it.
Small holes begin to form under my hand as something wet oozes onto my hand.
A red liquid stains my fingers, slowly turning a deep, dark purple.
I look back down at my legs looks and see that holes have formed in them too.
Slowly getting bigger and deeper as it the flesh turns purple.
The deep purple blood slowly loses down up my legs leaving of what chain.
As the holes get larger they dissolve anything in their way.
Leaving nothing in their path but ligaments tendons and veins.
Going straight to the bone, stained yellow with streaks of purple blood settled into the grooves.
I can't move my legs, they are numb and stiff.
Then I feel something fall to the ground.
I don't look, only reach my hand up to touch my hair.
I pull away and a big chunk of hair follows suit.
Skin itches so badly.
I look down at my ruined clothes, soaked with the dark purple blood.
I can feel my sanity slipping away, as the thick, syrupy blood fills my mouth, leaving an aftertaste of iron.
I look to my parents, wanting to tell them to run, but the rest of my body freezes up.
And they stare at me, their eyes filled with pure terror at what their daughter is becoming.
My breathing becomes raspy, and labored.
As each second passes, the more I lose what makes me who I am.
I am afraid...
Afraid of what I could become...
What I am becoming....
And what I might do to the people I love most.
I tried to tell them to run, but the only thing that has my lips is the coagulated substance and a muffled whimper.
Suddenly, I collapsed to the ground, petrified.
My parents run up to me, concern flooding their features.
Finally, the part of me that is holding on break through.
"GET AWAY FROM ME!"
I yell before getting drowned out.
I jump up and push them away, before losing my self-control.
Then, I unleash a massacre.
I attack and slaughter everyone in the most brutal of ways.
Ripping them to shreds in ways you don't want to know.
Until, I snap out of it on seeing my reflection, in a simplistic mirror is hung up on the wall.
I see what I've become.
What I've done...
At my feet, the people I loved the most.
The mother and father that brought me into the beautiful yet unforgiving world.
Their bodies almost mutilated beyond recognition.
Dead.
Or so I thought.
They both open their eyes.
And said their final words, as tears ran down my face.
"Shhhh..." My father whispers.
"It's okay... It's not your fault..."
"Yes it is! I wasn't strong enough to fight it!"
I scream, ripping my vocal cords to shreds.
They smile.
"Shh, quiet, Pie..." My mom says.
"We love you... And you are forgiven"
They close their eyes, and let out their final breath.
That was what did it.
Not the transformation.
Not the fact I just killed a bunch of people.
Not seeing my reflection in the mirror.
It was those final words that broke me...
My heart shatters into little pieces, and with it, my sanity.
And I scream.
And scream.
And scream.
The noise that left my vocal cords was completely inhuman.
I run out of the garden, screaming the same words.
"I'm going to kill myself!"
Over and over again.
Finally, I reach a cliff
God, why hath thou forsaken me?
I didn't mean to kill them...
I jump.
My life flashes before my eyes.
Memories...
My first steps...
First words....
Learning to ride a bicycle....
Having fun with friends...
Spending time with family...
Mom...
Dad...
Running to them for comfort...
All the good times...
The times we fought...
They were always there....
Please, let me join them...
My dearest parents, I'm coming to join you.
Cruel world..........
I let you go...................
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This story made me cry...
Hope you were thoroughly creeped out by this Dream...
Woo!
Day 13!
Saturday!
Feelin' good!
I apologise for being late!
There will still be another post today!
