It was early in the night still, by early I mean 6:30 PM. She was struggling to stay awake. May was in bed tossing and turning. Until finally the sweet bliss of darkness from sleep had over came her. She was there. Her own little world filled with her dark thoughts, where she could be one with the reality of her low self-esteem and anxieties of life. She rather enjoyed being in her dungeon of dreams.
This night was different from all the other nights of tossing and turning and tears running down her cheeks as she slept. She saw a figure from a far, the terrible darkness seemed to fade and the angry subconscious demons quit playing and yelling. Who was this strange figure? And why was it stopping her dreams? The dreams she craves everyday, every hour, every minute of everyday. She yelled to it, "Who the hell are you!?" "Oh, my dear, I am you," the figure said. "Come let me show you." The thing's hand slowly reached out towards May. She began to back away but before she could she was cornered by the figure. "I SAID COME," the figure yelled. Before May could fight back. She was touched by the figure and into a different reality.
"I'm not very happy with you May." The figure came into focus as May sat up from being passed out. It was indeed herself, something was just slightly off. "What is it you want from me?" May pleaded. "I want your soul." The figure said calmly with a grin on its face. Its face slowly melted off before May could jump and run away, she was frozen. She began to cough uncontrollably. She coughed and coughed until she began to gag up this indescribable lump in her throat. May, stood up from her hunched position. She slowly gathered herself and then looked up. It was the figure again, just this time it was someone new, she recognized them. "Shit." May whispered. It was May's mother, her eyes gauged out and giving that sick grin again to May. May really threw up this time, but when she looked down to see what it was. It was her heart. Her beating human heart. "May, RUN!" proclaimed a voice. May knew this voice, it was her childhood friend Ferris.
May couldn't speak she could only do as Ferris had said to. She stood up and began to run. She ran as fast as she could in her night gown and barefoot through the forest Ferris and her used to play in as children. She heard the figure laughing in the trees of the forest. May knew to be quiet. She knew she couldn't run anymore she knew she had to face it. Before she could, she looked up into a familiar tree. There hanging from a branch impaled was Ferris. May did not scream. She did not cry. She laughed. The figure was trying to do this. She knew this figure from somewhere. She still could not quite recognize it yet though. May yelled, "SHOW YOURSELF YOU FUCKING COWARD." The figure came out as a figure of May again this time. "Ahh, that's no fun to show my true self. Like I said I only came for one thing. And now I have it. My job is done now. Good day, my dear." The figure was dissipating into the mist of the forest but before it could dissipate all the way. May grasped what was left of it. May was weak from her heart being in the clutches of this figure. But she pushed onward. The darkness overcame her again but this time it was a different darkness. It was her new life, the underworld of the soulless.
