She flips the page.
A nightmare. No one else is awake. The base is quiet as a graveyard. Thinking on it, it's sad I know how quiet a graveyard. I may as well write down my nightmare. Maybe it'll give me some sense of peace. At least enough to get more than an hour of sleep.
There's a young boy. He's crying. I tried to reach out him, but he vanishes. I looked behind me. It was me. At least, some version of me. He had horns on his head, jutting out of the top. There was fire behind him, and I could hear crying. The boy was dead in his arms. I stood there, unsure of what to do. I wanted to go get him, to comfort the boy who seemed to be crying. But I didn't. I couldn't. I just watched as I turned around, and carried the boy into the flames. Monster. I hear the word monster. I fell to my knees, and I heard an agonized scream, more crying. A mother... A mother lementing the loss of her child. I knew the sound,and to my shame, I knew it far too well. I covered my ears, but it didn't get any quieter. If anything, it got louder.
And so I stayed for an hour. It wouldn't end. Until it did. I wonder... If Hell is worse than our greatest nightmares, what will it be like? I don't know. I don't want to. But no matter how hard I try to convince myself otherwise, I have a dread feeling that one day, possibly one day soon, I will find out.
I just want to go home.
- Price