Tuesday, November 13, 2012
@6:29 PM
I found this story I wrote in a random place somewhere. It was an actual dream I had two years ago, and til today I can picture it real clearly. Enjoy taking a peek into my weird, morbid dream life.
The room was pitch black, silent, with the occasional whimpers of the babies in their mother's arms. I could hear my heart pumping wildly, my head felt like it was about to explode.
Wham!
The door flung open and light flooded in like a tidal wave. I squinted and right in front of me, a bulky man with a balaclava stood, his size almost twice of mine. He was armed with a shotgun and it's black chrome glinted in the light.
I screamed and thrashed wildly backwards, praying he will show me mercy.
He raised his gun, making it's barrel eye to eye with me. "You! I swear I'll-"
But before he could advance, a small figure reached out behind him, pulling him back with such force that he staggered backwards, waving his gun wildly. I felt the blood from my head rush down to my feet.
"Matt!" I yelled.
The man yanked Matt's collar and pointed the gun to his head. He struggled ferociously, only to find his attempts to escape in vain. The whole room fell silent.
He turned to the people at the back of the room.
"All of you! If I catch any of you uttering a single word, this boy gets it."
Adrenaline surged through my veins. I had to save Matt. The man couldn't see me. I had to do something. I know I can. Directing my attention to the clutter on the floor, I struggled to find something, anything, I could use to defend myself with.
There. Light glinted off a kitchen knife lying just beneath my feet, it's cold, sharp blade inviting me to pick it up. I scrambled to hold it and gripped it with such herculean force that my hand trembled and shook.
In one swift motion, I plunged the knife into his forearm from behind. He yelped in pain, dropping both Matt and his gun on the floor. I withdrew the knife, and blood came splattering out. A mad desire rose up from within me. Blood-lustingly, I stabbed him once again on his huge upper arm. I felt the knife tear through his clothes, rip his blood vessels and I knew we could win this.
"Kill him! Matt! Kill him!"
In a frenzy, I continued stabbing him. My senses were numb, I knew nothing but to injure this man before me, to show him no mercy.
At that moment, a gunshot rang out. It was a sound I could remember in a million years. We did it.
Then all fell silent.
I didn't actually say the name Matt. I just find the name Matthew very cool hahahh, not like I know anyone even called Matthew.
I need to start narrating my sick dreams like this. It's amazing how freaking gross it gets.