II. Nightmare

A.N: I know the nightmare looks like the one in the book at first, but I added some changes.

I was wandering in the forest, as always. The sun had almost disappeared behind the tall shapes of the trees. It was twilight.

I kept walking, aimlessly, when I noticed the first shape. It moved fast, dark silhouette behind the tree trunks. It was soon followed by others. They kept moving, running before I could catch more than a glimpse at their endless, deathly dance.

Before I knew it, I was surrounded. Even though I couldn't see them clearly, they had a human shape. They started coming closer, still moving in circles, dancing. I had a headache from watching them move that quickly. They kept approaching, still in the shadows. My knees weakened. I fell on the ground, thin sweat drops on my forehead. I heard a scream echoing through the forest…

I woke up, panting. I could still hear the screaming. I looked around, panicked, before realizing it was mine. I closed my mouth shut, and took a deep breath.

However regular the nightmare was, it was always terrifying.

First, there was the wandering, the loneliness. Then, the fear of the unknown, as the dark shapes appeared. That was always followed by anxiety, and then exhaustion, as I fell.

But mainly, probably the worst, there was the painful memory of the familiar forest. The last place where I saw him. And the shapes that kept moving with such grace and speed could only be compared to… No. I couldn't even think it.

I hadn't been to the forest since that fatal day. Since then, I had been living less than a life, a shadow of the person I used to be.

In more ways than one, I had lost myself that day.

I had lost him, the core of my existence, the reason I woke up in the morning, the meteor that shot across my sky.

I had stopped living the life I lived then and before. I couldn't read anymore without his name shouting in my head. I couldn't listen to any music without missing the soft lullaby he sang for me… I winced in pain as the wound opened itself again across my chest.

I couldn't watch a movie more than a few seconds without remembering the cold arms that rocked me on the couch… Again, the pain shot through my body.

The pain, as the nightmare, never lost its clarity as the feeling grew familiar. On the contrary, it seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, as if fed with my fear.

I threw a glance around my room, and caught a quick glimpse of a dark shape at my window. But it was so quick I surely imagined it. Probably remains of my earlier nightmare. I shook my head at my absurdness, before heading to the bathroom. It was going to be another long day.

A.N: I know the chapters are short for now but it's 1:00 a.m. and I'll try to make them longer (if I'm convinced that I should keep doing this…).