Nightmare
Darkness.
So much darkness. Utter darkness.
I dare a step forward and…And nothing changes. Just utter darkness.
I stop.
I turn around and I stare into it and it stays like that.
It stays so still….like a camera caught between two pictures. Stuck.
And I hope. I hope that this is it.
That this is what my dreams…, no nightmares are going to be like from now on.
And as I exhale, it breaks. No, it shatters.
It cracks like glass, edging towards the ends of it, holding within it a promise.
A promise of death. Of terror and horror.
One that I have never been able to escape before…..
Light.
So much light. Blinding light.
As I open my eyes I take in the familiar scene.
Of a woman, so pale and fragile and yet so strong, bound like an animal head to slaughter.
I turn, unable to watch anymore but I hear it. I hear them taunt her, beat her, and…break her.
And I look back again.
This time I see a girl. A girl so broken.
A mirror held up to me. I watch as the light from her eyes disappear and I know.
I know that the woman’s not moving anymore. That she now hangs limply from her bounds. That the last word she utters would be muffled by their glee.
One more body. That’s all she was to them.
And I watch the girl as slowly she cracks.
I see the emotion drain from her…no my face and be replaced by a cold, unmoving mask. I watch my anger harden and fill my eyes.
A silent threat.
Not a broken promise.
But a promise by a broken girl.
That they will pay. For what they did to us.
To her. And to me.
Two reflections through a broken mirror. And a bullet through the innocence of the young.
And I can’t. I can’t take it anymore.
So I look away.
I look away as she grabs the knife next to her. I close my ears so that I don’t hear his cry. So that I don’t hear hers when they grab her and avenge him. So that I don’t hear the sound of the awful sirens.
Of the officer asking the girl if she’s alright. Of the girl saying she’s fine. Of the brother yelling at the officer. Of the ambulance they heave the dead woman body into. Of the brother’s broken sobs as he see’s her.
Of the…….
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEE. BEEP.
I lift my hand and wipe of the stray tears as I open my eyes. I turn off the alarm before heaving my legs off the bed and I walk to the bathroom not daring to close my eyes as I know the memory still playing in the back of my mind.
12th September 2016.
