not like this

by failing gravity

wirt finds it hard to forget the horror of the unknown or: i trie to write something angsty but fail miseribly. rewrite of the other fiction of otgw i wrote.

it wasn' suppose to be like this.

everything was suppose to go back to normal! we were back home and out of the unknown, so whats the problem? why is it so hard to sleep with out the dreams? why cant i sleep with out checking on greg?

why isn't every thing back to normal?

i hug my legs closer to my chest and lower my head to my knees. my room was dark and cold, lights from cars lights the room for a few seconds for seconds before dissapearing again, leaving me in the dark once again.

i look over to greg on the other side of the room, he moved in here after some nightmares. he was sleeping soundly, moving only slightly in his sleep. the unknown never affected him much, becoming only a distant memory. he thought it only came from nightmares as more time passed. but i remember the horrors.

everytime i slept i would go back to the unknown. i went back to the time where i could only watch helplessly as greg became covered in branches as he slowly died in my arms. i remembered the beast and how it was all his fault.

i remember that it was my fault too. if only i had been stronger! i could have prevented anything from happening to him!

i wish i could be like greg and pretend it was only a bad dream. but i know that this is a memory that might never fade.