It has begun, the darkness swells inside. It engulfs, nothing is safe from the eternal darkness that creeps forward. It clings to the light and hides the beauty that only is visible during these times.
She wakes up covered in sweat, her breathe is heavy and labored. Her eyes reflecting the tiny light of the cell phone that says someone is trying to get a hold of her. She struggles to adjust to the night. Her phone beeps once, she looks at it confused as she picks it up.
“You had the dream again?” The text reads as she tries to focus.
She looks at her phone with such concentration that it begins to give her a headache. Ding, another text… The phone says it’s 3am.
“It has begun and you are needed.” The questions that begin to pop their way into her head as numerous. Who is this? What has begun? Need me? What is going on?
She wakes up screaming! The door pops open.
“Honey? Are you OK?” the sound of a loving parental figure can be heard among the darkness.
“Sorry, I was having a bad dream… I don’t know why I screamed. Sorry Mom.” She looks to the person standing in the open door, eyes trying to adjust to the bright light coming through from the other side.
“ It’s ok, try to get so get some sleep you have a big day ahead of you.” The mother sounds sweet as silk like any caring for parent would be. Ding, text message goes off.
“Your still dreaming, this is not real. Focus.” Ding
“We need you.” Ding
“Hurry!”
A loud scream is heard from outside the locked door. A single figure locked down on the bed is seen by faint moonlight. Her mouth is open blood dripping from the corners, the pain in her eyes beyond meaning. She screams again. Outside you can hear the sound of keys rustling to open the door. Click, the door bursts open and three figures rush into the room.
“Oh god, she’s bleeding!”
“How can she be bleeding. I locked those locks myself!”
“It’s coming from her mouth” Three female voices talking other each other, sounding like one voice. Sponges, gauze, mouth wash, rubber gloves. The instruments used to sanitize and sterilize. The blood slowly disappears.
“Oh dear child… why did you do this to yourself? He’s not going to be happy when he hears about this.”
“Do we have to tell him? Doesn’t seem that bad.”
“She almost bit her tongue off, do we have to tell him?!” the last voice filled with heavy sarcasm and clear contempt at the voice asking the question. As the pain beings to clear her eyes focus. Three heads all leave together. Ding,ding,ding.
“ Shit, where is she!”
“I can’t first day her!”
“Great, they moved her yet again…” the last voice trails off. She’s heard these voices most of her life. Her eyes close, she is getting sleepy. The nurse must have give her something…She can’t remember…Really tired…Sleep….
The blinds of the curtain are slowly pulled back and the sunlight bursts through the window as the older woman ties the blinds back to their post.
“Miss Serenity, it’s time to wake up. You’re going to be late.” The older woman, says to the much younger one still laying in bed.
“ I didn’t sleep well, last night Mom. I kept having those crazy dreams.” Serenity mumbles sleepily, through half yawns.
“ I hate when you call me Mom, Miss Serenity , you know that’s not my role!” the older woman begins to grab items off the floor and place them around the room in their correct spot.
“Well, it’s not my fault you act more like a mother, than my dearest Mom!” the sarcasm dripping heavily from the statement.
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She wakes up covered in sweat, her breathe is heavy and labored. Her eyes reflecting the tiny light of the cell phone that says someone is trying to get a hold of her. She struggles to adjust to the night. Her phone beeps once, she looks at it confused as she picks it up.
“You had the dream again?” The text reads as she tries to focus.
She looks at her phone with such concentration that it begins to give her a headache. Ding, another text… The phone says it’s 3am.
“It has begun and you are needed.” The questions that begin to pop their way into her head as numerous. Who is this? What has begun? Need me? What is going on?
She wakes up screaming! The door pops open.
“Honey? Are you OK?” the sound of a loving parental figure can be heard among the darkness.
“Sorry, I was having a bad dream… I don’t know why I screamed. Sorry Mom.” She looks to the person standing in the open door, eyes trying to adjust to the bright light coming through from the other side.
“ It’s ok, try to get so get some sleep you have a big day ahead of you.” The mother sounds sweet as silk like any caring for parent would be. Ding, text message goes off.
“Your still dreaming, this is not real. Focus.” Ding
“We need you.” Ding
“Hurry!”
A loud scream is heard from outside the locked door. A single figure locked down on the bed is seen by faint moonlight. Her mouth is open blood dripping from the corners, the pain in her eyes beyond meaning. She screams again. Outside you can hear the sound of keys rustling to open the door. Click, the door bursts open and three figures rush into the room.
“Oh god, she’s bleeding!”
“How can she be bleeding. I locked those locks myself!”
“It’s coming from her mouth” Three female voices talking other each other, sounding like one voice. Sponges, gauze, mouth wash, rubber gloves. The instruments used to sanitize and sterilize. The blood slowly disappears.
“Oh dear child… why did you do this to yourself? He’s not going to be happy when he hears about this.”
“Do we have to tell him? Doesn’t seem that bad.”
“She almost bit her tongue off, do we have to tell him?!” the last voice filled with heavy sarcasm and clear contempt at the voice asking the question. As the pain beings to clear her eyes focus. Three heads all leave together. Ding,ding,ding.
“ Shit, where is she!”
“I can’t first day her!”
“Great, they moved her yet again…” the last voice trails off. She’s heard these voices most of her life. Her eyes close, she is getting sleepy. The nurse must have give her something…She can’t remember…Really tired…Sleep….
The blinds of the curtain are slowly pulled back and the sunlight bursts through the window as the older woman ties the blinds back to their post.
“Miss Serenity, it’s time to wake up. You’re going to be late.” The older woman, says to the much younger one still laying in bed.
“ I didn’t sleep well, last night Mom. I kept having those crazy dreams.” Serenity mumbles sleepily, through half yawns.
“ I hate when you call me Mom, Miss Serenity , you know that’s not my role!” the older woman begins to grab items off the floor and place them around the room in their correct spot.
“Well, it’s not my fault you act more like a mother, than my dearest Mom!” the sarcasm dripping heavily from the statement.
(Look for more every other day)
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