A Nightmare

My eyes hollow, I went about my normal routines, preparing me for sleep, dreading the respite, pupils flickering unseeing before me, afraid to blink, fearing the darkness and the images spawning from it. My dreams played across the natural blinds, taunting me with each flutter of my lids, sparks of isolation, suffering, terror, all twisting and twining to form each strike at my heart, flashes of pure hateful white contrasting yet complementing the abandoned black.

As the memories returned, dreams collided with reality, the two fusing seamlessly together, my breath quickening, heart quivering in my chest, the fear beating its wings viciously, trying to escape the confines of my mind once again, craving the freedom it’s discovered in my sleeping horror. As the illusions began to conquer my brain, I receded into my mind, the loathing hate forming a heavy blanket over me, forcing my body into submission, drowning it in fearful sleep. The now familiar ache returned to my wrists, the dull pain spreading slowly, agonisingly, down my arms, reminiscent of the ropes curled around my wrists, the bounds that fasten me to my nightmares. The sleep more binding now, my body responding to the conjuring of my mind, only able to manage slight struggles in the waking world, as I’m held captive by the imaginings of the fear.

A small whimper escaped my lips, whether it was audible to the life outside of my head, I’m still unsure, time continued to flow about me in the physical universe, whilst in my head it swirled, spinning and turning, disorientating me completely, making minutes seem like hours, and hours appear eternal. I became aware of my surroundings slowly, moments crawling, fighting the time flow, elongated the torment of waiting, dr...

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...gh the darkness, his inner light banishing the darkness, the mere gleam from his metal-clad body spearing through the black. The next knock jolted through my body, the crate rocking slightly from the force of the blow, a mewl of protest slipping through my lips as my saviours efforts threw me from side to side.

The cruel laugh emitting from the outside realms of my mind stopped me in my tracks, my blood freezing in horror as I realised my mind was playing more tricks, the taunting chuckle flooding my darkened cell, each strike of my confines tossing me violently about. My limbs flailed as best they could, head smashing against the unyielding ceiling, crying out silently against my mental torture.

The hero turned assailant, betrayer, tirelessly threw himself again and again at my helpless self, contained as it was, my mind having far more strength than my body.