Nightmares: Author Note
I hope you enjoy this one shot as much as I do. Please be aware that there is strong language used.
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Darkness came all to fast now, the midnight hour haunted him. In this perfect world, this fabricated utopia of his lies. The god lay on his feather bed, eyes plastered open. The softness of his caramel colored eyes was gone, all that was left was the hard black pupils that stared out to the ceiling fan and traced it in the darkness. His bare chest, rippled with muscle from under the skin, was covered in a cold sweat. Another night of nightmares. "Damnit." He managed to breathe out. The images of the dream came back to him, those piercing blood covered eyes boring into his. He jumped slightly, rubbing his eyes furiously. "Fuck..." he mumbled. The eyes threatened to come back again. He grumbled, threw the sheet to the side, and touched his feet to the floor. Yawning, he stood and made his way to the bathroom. Entering, he flicked on the light switch and studied himself in the mirror. Under his eyes, black crevasses were beginning to develop. He pressed at them lightly with his forefingers, narrowing his eyes. "Fucking nightmares..." he whispered and let out another yawn. A sensation came up his spine suddenly, cold and ominous making the hair on the back of his neck stand.
Light…..
He froze completely; the only sound was his pounding heart threatening to burst. The room had become cold, the god began to shiver, his breath showing in clouds of white frost. He was not the only one in the mirror, beside him a face appeared. The god forced his eyes to shut, not wanting to see any further. "N-no…You're not here." He whispered. But, no comfort could be found behind his eyelids. The eyes were still there, boring into his very being. The room became warmer after a moment of this, the god reopened his eyes. No one was there. He shivered again and stood in silence for a long moment, then flicked the light off, shuffled back to his bed, and dove into the covers. "Bastard." he mumbled, flipping onto his side. His heart still echoed in his ear, the only other sound was a low chuckle from the darkness. His eyelids closed, falling into another nightmare.
So long and goodnight….
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