Harsh Reality
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pinkypie1992 Just a big heart in a cruel world.
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When nightmares become a little too real.....

Harsh Reality

FEAR

That's the first thing I notice as I open my eyes

Fear just coursing through my veins

Was I having a nightmare?

I take a deep breath and try to shake it off

Then I notice all the lights are off

All except my flickering porch light

Weird.

I asked her to leave them on and she did

So.... why are they..... ya'know.... off?

My anxiety starts up and the fear....

Oh God the indescribably black pit of fear

It's back

Don't get me wrong, I'm known to be paranoid

But THIS time.....

I know deep in my gut that something isn't right

I grab the empty wine bottle off of the nightstand

(Don't judge me, it's some sort of weapon isn't it?)

I slowly inch my way off of the bed

I HAVE to be quiet: Can't alert a possible intruder

Finally.... up on my feet....

I tiptoe to the door and cautiously peek around

I don't see or hear anything out of place

But I'm also not going to be some horror bimbo

Foolishly asking aloud if someone's there

Hmmm.... seems safe enough

But something tells me it's not

I creep my way into the living room and try the light

Nothing.

I keep trying anyway.... I have to be sure...

Is the power out? If so, by chance or intention?

No. The porch light is still flickering....

Man... I really have to pee.... and my mouth is so dry

No Zander, not yet, search the rest of the house

Ok. I refocus and continue on my way

I head towards the kitchen

It's so dark in here.... I can't see....

I step in and check the bedroom to my right

Clear. Straight ahead to the bathroom now...

STOP!!!! My peripheral vision notices something....

I only turn my eyes that direction.....

Adrenaline rushes through my veins....

My heart begins pounding in my chest...

Fear? No. This is worse. Oh God, sooo much worse

I want to scream.... I can't ...

I want to run.... To fight..... Nothing...

I'm truly frozen in horror....

Before me stood a larger than human shape...

A shape made of the purest darkness....

Darker than any pitch black I've ever known....

This hellish thing stands at the sink....

It appears to be tilting back a glass of something....

Water maybe? I hear that's sparse in hell....

I don't think it's noticed me yet.... Maybe...

No. Any sudden movement would draw attention...

This is it.... my end.... I KNOW it in my soul.....

I blink my eyes...

BAM!!!

HOWWWW???

The being was just at the sink?

Now it's in my face.... staring into my soul....

Quick as a flash of lightning, it's hand is lunges...

It wraps around my throat and squeezes....

Finally unfrozen, I fight....

To no avail I struggle and struggle....

I can't breathe.... I CAN'T BREATHE!!!

My lungs... they burn.... it's agonizing!!!!

Death isn't coming. It's here.

The darkest darkness willows and wisps

Leaving his form and weaves into me

I lose all sight. I lose my hearing.

I....

*gasp*

I bolt upright in bed, struggling to breathe...

WHAT IN THE ACTUAL F**K?

The lights are on.... So that's a plus right?

I hop out of the bed and head to pee.

Ahhhh..... that's better. Now for my dry ass mouth...

I stop dead in my tracks... My peripheral again...

I slowly turn and look in the mirror...

No. No way!

My neck has a strange red (handprint?) mark...

I try my hand, hoping to God that it'll fit...

A perfect Cinderella's shoe... just for my sanity...

Of course not. The mark is massive...

I lose my s**t....

I start pacing the house frantically.....

My fragile little mind can't handle this....

I call up my friend and start ranting...

She thinks I'm crazy....

Naturally.... if the roles were reversed....

I would think her to be mad...

Somehow she manages to pacify my anxiety...

I begin to breathe normally again.....

I hang up the phone and sit down on the couch...

I grab the remote... She said to watch some TV...

And there it is.... in the reflection of the TV...

It's sitting right beside me on the couch looking at me....

I know I shouldn't.... but I have to see...

I have to KNOW....

Nothing. There's nothing....

What?

I whip my head back to the TV....

It's still there....

I move to get up and it lunges...

I felt those cold evil hands once again...

As they wrapped around my throat...

As they started the very process....

Of ending my poor miserable life...

The one I tried so many times to take....

It's finally happening and now I just want to live...

Now isn't that some ironic bulls**t....

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