The room was pitch black; I could hear the sound of a clock arrow ticking its way around.
.tick tock.
I stepped blindly to whatever it was I was stepping on. The feeling wasn't hard, I barely even heard my steps. The only light that shed some sense in the room was coming from my body, the energy pulsing in my veins and the tingling shock coming from my fingertips. Unable to control my body, I stepped forward once again. With every each step I take, I could hear fuzzy voices. The energy pulsing must have been compromising the voices thus unable to hear them properly. The fuzzy noises soon got clearer and clearer. I see a door. A brown wooden door. The only thing that I've seen since I got here. But where is here? Here is a void, a place that expands reality and the spiritual world. The fuzzy noise finally disappeared, and all I could hear was a screaming woman from the other side of the door. My conscience led me in to a scenario I couldn't bear to imagine. Lifting my arms, touching the door with my moist hands, I ran my fingers to the knob. With a twist, my body just instantly ran, and my mind was saying a word. It repeatedly mentioned a word- No, It wasn't a word. It was a name.
Seeing an unknown shadow inside the apartment, I turned to one angle to another looking for her. My heart was pumping fast, and the adrenaline was helping me find her faster.
"Where are you?!" I yelled hoping that she would hear me. It took some seconds before I could hear scream one again. She was calling my name. I ran down the hallway and burst the bedroom door open.
It was too late. My eyes dilated seeing her on the floor with red. Red was the color that I didn't want to anticipate, but it was all over her. The wooden floor covered with her blood; I could hear her wheeze. I rushed towards her side and pulled down her bed sheet to compress the wounds that on her body. Her brown eyes stared at me as I continued to compress and her mouth started to move, but I couldn't hear her. She lifted her bleeding hand towards my cheek. I wasn't able to express the right emotions, and all I could do was trying to save her. She shook her head before caressing her thumb of my cheek. Her eyes started to close, and her arm just fell back towards the ground. My mind was out of control; I held her close to keep her warm knowing that she would never be warm ever again and finally I was able to scream.
"Mai!"
With eyes wide open, I could feel a tear from my eye and hear some objects falling to the floor. I huffed, trying to catch my breath as my head subconsciously recalled what happened in the dream. Bending my elbows, pushing myself to sit up, I held my head feeling the cold sweat running down my temple. I knew that I needed to have some fresh air. But, my mind wouldn't stop recalling the nightmare that almost triggered my qigong. I could feel my moist hands, the warm energy still passing thru my body and the uncontrollable desire to somewhat destroy or worse—kill. Pushing the bed sheet to the side, I stepped away from the bed, and before walking towards my desk, I turned on the lights. The moment, I was about to take another step, I started to notice my things from my desk was on the floor. My phone, my journals, a book and a small framed photograph with a broken glass.
My intuition was starting to get a negative vibe about my dream. I didn't hesitate any further and grabbed my phone before speed dialing her number. It rang and it rang, but there was no answer.
What happened Mai?
