Her bedroom was pitch black and she could barely see her hand in front of
her face. Nothing was clear, either, as if everything had been scrambled
together. But the person was clear as day.
She couldn't see his face. She couldn't even tell if it was a he. A long black cape covered its entire body, shielding its identity from her. She opened her mouth, wanting to question it, wanting to know what it was and why it was in her bedroom in the middle of the night. But no sound came out.
Terror filled her eyes as she saw the glint of a silver knife being pulled from the black cape. The long, ragged arm lifted the knife high above the creature's head and slammed it down onto her. Her mouth opened, wanting to scream, but once again, nothing happened. There was intense pain from the stabbings. Her eyes darted around the room, searching frantically for help. Her eyes finally came to rest on someone. It was him. He was standing there, watching as this creature stabbed her. She mouthed his name. His eyes moved from the bloody knife to her face. Tears blurred her vision, but she could tell that he wasn't moving to help her. He just looked at her. Just as everything began to swim together from her tears, she woke.
Jo sat up straight, her body shaking with violent sobs. Her eyes darted down to her chest and stomach, which had been punctured in her dream. Running her hands through her hair, she closed her eyes tightly, allowing the tears to squeeze out rapidly down her cheeks. Then she remembered.
Looking over to the other side of the bed, her heart ached as she saw that it was empty. Not thinking rationally, Jo reached over to the bedside table, flicked on the lamp, and grabbed the phone. Her fingers began dialing a familiar number; one that she had wanted to dial for so long, but never had the nerve to. Her mind cried out, trying to pull her fingers from the buttons to no avail.
Lifting the phone to her ear with a shaking hand, she heard it ring. And ring. And ring. And ri-
"Hello?"
She froze. It was him. She had wanted to call him, but hadn't been prepared to talk to. His familiar voice reenacted the knife from her nightmare, thrusting in and out of her broken heart.
"Hello?"
His disoriented voice was beginning to sound agitated. Without a second thought, she slammed the phone down and shut her eyes tightly. All she could see were his blue eyes burning into her, watching her as her body was slashed, not moving a muscle in order to help her. Maybe it was a sign. Maybe this divorce made sense.
Slowly replacing her tired head to her pillow, she switched off the light and felt her tears soak the pillow. Same as all the nightmares she'd had before, she would never tell anyone about her disturbing night. She had to be stronger than that. She couldn't let herself be weak. She couldn't let herself get hurt, although she was already hurting.
As sleep overtook her, her last waking thought was of Bill and how he just stared at her as she was dying.
She couldn't see his face. She couldn't even tell if it was a he. A long black cape covered its entire body, shielding its identity from her. She opened her mouth, wanting to question it, wanting to know what it was and why it was in her bedroom in the middle of the night. But no sound came out.
Terror filled her eyes as she saw the glint of a silver knife being pulled from the black cape. The long, ragged arm lifted the knife high above the creature's head and slammed it down onto her. Her mouth opened, wanting to scream, but once again, nothing happened. There was intense pain from the stabbings. Her eyes darted around the room, searching frantically for help. Her eyes finally came to rest on someone. It was him. He was standing there, watching as this creature stabbed her. She mouthed his name. His eyes moved from the bloody knife to her face. Tears blurred her vision, but she could tell that he wasn't moving to help her. He just looked at her. Just as everything began to swim together from her tears, she woke.
Jo sat up straight, her body shaking with violent sobs. Her eyes darted down to her chest and stomach, which had been punctured in her dream. Running her hands through her hair, she closed her eyes tightly, allowing the tears to squeeze out rapidly down her cheeks. Then she remembered.
Looking over to the other side of the bed, her heart ached as she saw that it was empty. Not thinking rationally, Jo reached over to the bedside table, flicked on the lamp, and grabbed the phone. Her fingers began dialing a familiar number; one that she had wanted to dial for so long, but never had the nerve to. Her mind cried out, trying to pull her fingers from the buttons to no avail.
Lifting the phone to her ear with a shaking hand, she heard it ring. And ring. And ring. And ri-
"Hello?"
She froze. It was him. She had wanted to call him, but hadn't been prepared to talk to. His familiar voice reenacted the knife from her nightmare, thrusting in and out of her broken heart.
"Hello?"
His disoriented voice was beginning to sound agitated. Without a second thought, she slammed the phone down and shut her eyes tightly. All she could see were his blue eyes burning into her, watching her as her body was slashed, not moving a muscle in order to help her. Maybe it was a sign. Maybe this divorce made sense.
Slowly replacing her tired head to her pillow, she switched off the light and felt her tears soak the pillow. Same as all the nightmares she'd had before, she would never tell anyone about her disturbing night. She had to be stronger than that. She couldn't let herself be weak. She couldn't let herself get hurt, although she was already hurting.
As sleep overtook her, her last waking thought was of Bill and how he just stared at her as she was dying.