A DIFFERENT KIND OF NIGHTMARE
JASON'S POV:
Ever since I came back I haven't been able to get any decent sleep. Even when I pass out from exhaustion and a considerably big amount of booze, I always end up having the same nightmare, over, over and over again, the unending maniacal laughter what hurts more, front hand? Or back hand? The pain from each blow from the crowbar, the ticking of the bomb, the sound of concrete falling apart, it's kind of funny, it's like I go from one hell to the next every time I close my eyes.
This time however is a little different, but it starts out normally, crowbar blow, witty remark, crowbar blow, bad pun, bad pun, crowbar blow, as routine goes I'm lying on the ground and the bomb goes off, I see the ceiling about fall down, now would be time for me to wake up, but for some reason, I don't, I feel the debris falling on top of me and whatever is left of my bones being broken and then everything goes pitch black, I've never been on a nightmare this long enough to see the void, but I don't move, I don't feel myself breathing but nothing seems to shake me off this nightmare.
I wait for what it seems to be endless hours, and then I see two dim lights, one bright white and one burning red, I stare at them but nothing seems to happen, and them a voice or from what I heard voices, calling out to me and saying you are the one and before I try to figure out what they meant, I wake up , to no one's surprise I have the after effects of every night, I'm sweating bullets, my whole body is shacking and I'm breathing heavily.
Well…..that was interesting.