Hey guys, forgot to put disclaimer in earlier chapters! Woopsie!
I don't own Devil May Cry or any of the characters. The best gaming company in the world have those rights :(
Uriela is mine, mine I say! HAHAHA! Oh, same with her parents and any other OC's... but don't panic, there won't be many, if any.
Some of these chapters may seem short or slow, but I'm kinda restricted with how much time I can spend on here writing. Sharing computer, and the T.V is actually the monitor, so makes it hard to update :( that, and I want SOME suspense lol.
Enjoy!
I awoke early in the morning feeling oddly refreshed, enjoying the sun warming my bones as I lay on – wait, morning? It was morning already? I flew out of bed and stared at my alarm clock.
7:17am blinked repeatedly, almost as if to say 'yes, you really did.'
But I couldn't believe it. I wake up at least 2 or 3 times during the night, and that's on a good night. Surely I must have woken up at some point, maybe I don't remember it. Yeah, that's it, that has to be it. I tried hard to recall my last memory of the night before. 9:48pm, music softly playing in the background as I flopped on the bed, then... nothing. Feeling a little more awake, I became aware that the music was still playing through my computer speakers. 'That's odd,' I thought to myself. 'I usually wake up and turn it off early in the night.'
My thoughts drifted to my nightmare. The dogs, the blood, the snarls. Yet, somehow, I didn't feel haunted by them anymore. Then it hit me.
The man in red.
Did I create him in my head to help vanquish the terrors of the dream? Maybe, but it felt so real. The smell emanating from those foul beasts still stung my nostrils even though I was awake. Their hot breath all over my skin seemed so much more than a work of fiction in my mind. My skin still tingles with the goosebumps when I think back to it all. So why didn't I wake up screaming in terror like every other time?
It had to be him.
He slaughtered them all. Tore them limb from limb, all with out much effort. Bold, daring, strong. He protected me, then left me alone with barely a whisper. I didn't get the chance to tell him how long I had waited for him, how alone I have been, how terrified I have felt. He comes in with one sword and slashes away at all my fears, giving me boundless hope that I can push through it.
I must have imagined him.
'They're just dreams, Uri. Monsters don't exist. You made him up because your lack of sleep has driven you nearly insane and you even said so yourself, that you would give anything for just one night of uninterrupted sleep. Well, your prayers were answered by you. No one else. There is no man in red there to save you. There's nothing to save you from. You're just slowly learning to regain your sanity, and finally see the truth. It's taken 16 long years, but you're only now starting to grow up.
I made my way over to my dresser, plonking myself down in the chair. I never really used the dresser except for storage. I had no reason to look in the mirror. My face frightened me, my reflection mocked me everyday. Today, however, felt like a day for change. I had faced the demons in my dreams, now I had to face them in reality. I closed my eyes and turned my head to face the mirror. With one deep breath, I slowly peered through a squinted eyelid, keeping the other shut firmly. What would be staring back at me? Carefully, I opened both my eyes, staring in shock at who was looking back.
It was me.
My long, deep brown hair looked as though it had already begun to regain some of it's health. It was brittle and thinning for the longest time. Yet this morning, it looked stronger, and even a little shiny. Not much, but it was enough to bring a tear to my eye. Speaking of eyes, they didn't sting. I had barely rubbed them after I awoke, whereas I normally rubbed them furiously and found it hard to focus. My eyelids weren't heavy, vision was not blurred. I stared at them in disbelief. The bags underneath had slowly faded, the puffiness deflated. As I looked at myself, the deep brown in the iris of my eye was no longer clouded. They looked much brighter and vivid. My fingers reached up and traced the outline of my lips. They were still a little swollen, but I hadn't chewed them in my sleep like normal. The thickness of my lips was more defined, the line no longer blurred by bright red teeth marks.
I felt like myself again.
A huge grin took over my face as I traced every line with my fingertips. I didn't look horrifying anymore. I didn't feel sick inside. I began to feel like a whole new person. My outlook had changed. I felt happy to get out in to the world and enjoy it for what it's worth, rather than feel like the world was against me all the time.
"Thank you," I said with tears in my eyes. "Thank you, figment of my imagination."
Quickly, I got dressed and skipped down the hall to see dad and mother. I'm sure they would have been surprised. Later, I would be surprised as well. I still had not noticed the open window in my room.
Which meant I hadn't noticed the streak of blood on the window frame...
