Title: A Living
Nightmare
Author:
mecha_borg
E-mail: mecholah@austin.rr.com
Rating: PG
Disclaimer:
They aren't mine. Short, sweet,
and to the point.
Author's notes: Well, I've never really written a fic by
myself before, so... I thought I'd just write a small one in my spare
time. I wrote this a LONG time
ago, but my sister tried to get me to write more, which didn't work out. So, I'm posting it now, as is. By the way, this is from Darien's point
of view.
I
stood, my hand around his throat again, wondering if this time I would succeed
with the goal I'd had for over a year now. He gasped in pain like in my dreams. Dreams in which I shot him, strangled
him, and threw him of the edge of a cliff... but he came back every time I killed him then, would it be
the same this time? Is this yet another dream? In all my dreams it was I who'd died and not he, would
history repeat itself and somehow turn the tide against me? Suddenly he had a gun in his hand and
put it up to my head... he pulled the trigger…
I
jumped up in bed to find one of my pillows clutched between my hands, the other
pillow across the room. I got up
out of bed to get it. I put the
pillows back on the bed and looked at my clock, 3:47 AM. I got up and washed my face. The cool water felt good. I decided to read some quotes to help
myself relax. It was getting
harder to sleep at nights. I would
have liked to have one night of decent sleep, just one. But as long as Arnaud was living I knew
that wouldn't be happening.
I
shut my eyes and images from the dream kept coming back to me. Horrible images I wanted to
forget. I opened my eyes and
looked at my clock, 4:03 AM. This
night was going to be long.
