The dream
Death was something I never thought about. Until now that is. I always thought that you had your turn in the list, and I guess mine was ready to get a tick right next to my name. Christina Garcia. I was surrounded by a forest, full of tall trees that would have been usually green that reminds you of the nature and the other creatures that surrounds us but now it only looked dark and depressing like they were all moving inwards. I suddenly felt honored, a demon, no my own demon was standing right across me smiling darkly. He brought death as a gift I guess, a dark gift. I tried to make out what he was but I had no luck. I could only see his mouth, his whole body and half of his face from above his nose were covered. He was dressed in black only the color of whiteness from his teeth added color to his dark face. He wore a hooded cape that fell to his ankles. Then I realized he was smiling, no he was grinning now! His dark, evil smile scared me and the thought of him scaring me amused him and he started laughing. It wasn't a genuine laugh, it was full of amusement, he was like a villain in a movie and laughing because his plan worked and now he had his prey helpless, hopeless and...Alone and around his fingers like a puppet! I didn't realize he was walking towards me until he stopped laughing. He now only had a cold, expressionless face just glaring at me like a predator enjoying his hunting trip. When he was only a foot away from me now, there was a sudden blow of bright light like a white light explosion right behind the demon. The demon was walking away from me, staring into my eyes giving me the promise that he will be back. When he reached his old position he glanced to the direction of the light and ran the opposite way. I stared, open mouthed to where he just ran off to. He was out of sight before I even had time to blink. Suddenly my head jerked up towards the direction of the light, and a figure that was just a shadow, was walking towards me. I didn't feel any threat coming from the stranger. I only felt gratitude to him for saving my life. He was getting closer now, and suddenly I felt weak and exhausted from the death experience. I fell to my knees, tears wetting my cheeks and I shut my eyes only listening to the footsteps of the stranger...my hero. I opened my eyes slowly when there was nothing but silence and all I could see was his dark black shoes. He stood just like an angel, saving, doing good deeds, bringing light and happiness to the darkness and fear that surrounded me as he put his arms around me when he leveled down to his knees. I could only look into his eyes. Like it was his only feature, like I could only read the truth from his eyes. His dark black eyes melted into my soul, his gaze was like a killer, a hunter but was also protective and gave security and his touch...oh his touch, it felt like a warm blanket over my shviring, cold shoulders that made me feel of nothing but peace. Then he abruptly kissed me. His lips were soft and smooth and it was something I never experienced. Like he felt my fear and heard my thoughts that he felt the need to comfort me to assure me everything will be fine. But his kiss was intense, frightening felt like fire bursting through my mouth straight down to my heart. Like someone just poured hot lava down my throat. It wasn't unpleasant but I didn't get the promise I needed. Instead I felt his fear, his mind and his...love to...me! Then suddenly I felt the urge to look at his face, the need to know him more. But when I did, I was in my dark room filled with the grey shadows of the trees that came through the window; there was no one to be seen. I was breathing heavily like I just ran a marathon and I was thankful it was a dream. I felt...disappointed and wanted to dream of the faceless boy but I was still afraid if the demons cold stare and his crazy laughter will echo the dream, but when I drifted off to sleep I slept soundlessly.