Dark State Of Mind- The Nightmare's Reality
Groans of anger and protest, horror and despair, lifted from her throat. Sapphire eyes glowed with fear; she wanted to inflict pain upon herself. She wasn't allowed to do her wish. He had her pinned to his chest, both hands forming an 'x' above her dainty chest. A voice, angered and harsh, whispered in her ear. The whispers so quiet she couldn't make out the words, but the meaning quiet clear. Calm down.
The girl screamed, no, no, no… She wanted to run back to the lifeless eyes of her friend, wanted to hug her, bring her back to life. But this creature, man, did not allow her to do so. Her hair, usually a dark brown, was bathed in red…blood. What had happened? She had not the chance to explain before she was whisked away by this man, the enemy. Her struggles only made the girl weaker, and soon she had given up.
Tears ran down her face in constant streaks, he told her she didn't want to be there. Told her that she was standing beside the wrong person, he'd watch over her, take care of her. He was wrong.
Allowing herself to be dragged away through the crowd the girl watched her only friends disappear from view. Her only thoughts were to be free of this creature, to run back, scream. She didn't know that if she had done this, maybe, just maybe, she'd have been able to escape him. The creature all feared to be real, the creature whom had brought death to her friend. Yes, the creature who now held her in a vice grip, the vampire.
"Kaoru, wake up dear." The voice of her dead friend was now overtaking her mind, and the girl twisted, trying to find where the voice was coming from. Raising her face to her angered capture it took minutes before she realized what she was looking at. A light, as bright as the morning sun, shone within his eyes; and before she could gasp those eyes turned a dark brown, her friend.
Sitting up from bed the girl held in sickening vomit that had lifted its way towards the edge of her throat. Sweat rolled down her arms in a wicked stream, almost mocking her for foolishness. Breathing harsh and loud, trying to control itself into the normal pattern. Her back heaved up and down, like her chest, trying to steady itself into normality.
Satin covers wrapped around her wrist, half thrown from her petite body. The room remained quiet; the only movements in it were she and the figure. Her friend. Had it all been a dream? How could she watch as a man ripped the throat of her friend to pieces, watched as he took her away? A scream, it was the only thing the girl could manage at this hour. Who was that sickening man, and why, why, had he killed the sweet girl. Kiara Yuki.
Lifting her far off gaze the girl gasped, jumping on a blond with laughter beyond belief. She was shaking, from head to toe, she shook. Lifting fingers to tangle in her hair the girl gave a laugh, she was alive, and it had all been a dream!
Kiara Yuki was puzzled; her eyes held questions unanswered as she watched the girl become hysterical. Kaoru Kamiya, her one true friend, had moved to live with her only weeks ago. Since then the girl would awaken screaming, crying, or trying to run from the home. Nightmares, she claimed. Kiara didn't believe it. She had never seen someone awaken so disturbed from the state of sleep. She was always asking why when she slept, Kaoru. She didn't know what was happening, but wanted to know, why.
Standing from the position Kaoru had sent both of them to Kiara spoke, her voice coaxing in French. "Ma copine, tu veux un sandwiche?"
Kaoru nodded quietly, allowing Kiara to exit the room. Her pajamas, black baggy pants and a black tank top, hung loosely on her form. It took her minutes to shed away the clothing, standing in the bathroom as the water ran. The water filled the tub slowly, but she didn't mind. Her mind was away from the current setting, away from life, it was stuck in dreams. No, in her nightmare's. Kaoru Kamiya had been having these dreams for days now, but never, had it become this intense. Never had his hands felt so real…
Dipping her body slowly into the round tube she allowed herself space to lie down and think, soft bubbles hugging her body. She watched the ceiling for minutes, then let her gaze drop.
A scream.
Kaoru Kamiya screamed. Two dark bruises encircled her hands, two dark lines. So maybe this dream, was real after all?
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