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Hey guys! Well, here's another one for ya! Enjoy!
Nightmares
By: Tomi Yamamoto
Rolls of thunder boomed outside her window, and lighting filled the dark skies. The storm hadn't settled for hours, flooding a few roads. She began to toss in her sleep, beads of sweat trickling down her flushed face. Images began to swivel in her mind, sending shivers through her already trembling body. Night after night the same horrifying dream played endlessly in her troubled mind.
dream
The usual ice, cold rain fell like darts from the dark afternoon sky. Silently I sat against a nearby tree, trying to stay away from the pouring rain. Distant sounds filled the empty streets. I had to get home. The thunder roared above me followed by silence.
As I got up a strange scent filled my nose. By instinct I began to run. My instant curiosity had taken over me once again. Ignoring the drops of rain that was pelting my face, I sniffed the air only to realize that it was the scent of spilled blood, and tears. I picked up the pace, the adrenaline in me soared high. I was horrified at the scenery that's bound to meet my aching eyes. Yet I had this urge to find out what had caused blood to spill. My curiosity has a way of taking over me, over my sense. I wanted to know what or who had caused it. A pool of anger, hate and depression filled me all the same time. At that moment my stomach felt empty, like a pit. I felt as if knots were being tied up inside of me. I couldn't think. All I know was that by my anger, or hatred, I was driven to run, to change things and bring them back to normal.
I arrived in a clearing beyond a few acres of trees. A young girl was bent over a heap on the ground. There was blood everywhere. A terrible weight filled my heart making it hard for me to breathe. Whoever of whatever did all this was no where insight. No scent, no nothing. There was no trace of the killer left. Subconsciously I clenched my fists and let out a deep growl from my throat.
Slowly and cautiously I walked over to the girl only to be met by a face I know all to well. My daughter's face was stained with blood, dirt and dried tears. She was sitting next to . . . to her dead father. My husband. The man I've loved all these years. Tears began to flood my eyes. I could see his face all to clearly. But there was too much blood. The man that stood by my side through the bad times and the good times is now gone. And here he was, lying on the ground surrounded by a puddle of his own blood. I couldn't believe it. The weight that was set upon my heart just became heavier. My breathing had just become rough and heavy. I looked around only to find the unconscious body of my daughter's twin brother leaning against a boulder across the clearing. I was happy that my son was still alive but I couldn't help but feel guilty. Guilty about not being there to protect them, to defend them.
I sat down and leaned over to my daughter, trying to comfort her, but she only backed away. She looked up at me, as unshed tears began to roll down her cheeks. That's when I saw it. Her eyes were dull and cloudy and filled with a kind of fear that no comfort could melt away. My face turned into one of hurt and confusion. Why was she afraid? Was she afraid of me? No, she couldn't be. I was her mother. I just couldn't believe it.
"Come on hunnie. Its me, mommy." I whispered and forced on a smile. Just as I expected she just sat there and continued to look at me with a horrified expression. How can that be? My own daughter was afraid of me. "Who did this? Hunnie please talk to me. Who did this?" She stood up and began to back away, towards her brother's body. She raised one of her arms and pointed in my direction. Instinctively, I looked back to find no one there. I turned towards her, searching her eyes for answers. I was trembling uncontrollably, as my daughter sat down against the rock. She continued to point towards my direction.
I got up and began to look around trying to find what she was pointing at. That's when it hit me. It felt like someone had just hit the back of my neck and knocked my unconscious. But there she was, she was pointing at me. I realized that we were the only ones there. But, how could I have done this? How would I even have the guts to hurt my child, the man I loved? Once again the tears fell from my swollen eyes. I did this. I tried to remember what had happened. But I just can't. And if I did remember, I wouldn't forgive myself. I closed my eyes only to let more tears fall. I had killed my own husband, hurt my own son. I fell to my knees and buried my face in my hands. I lifted my head and stared at my hands. No. No, this couldn't be happening. My claws were stained with dried blood. The unmistakable blood of my dead husband. Why? I can't believe that I would do this. But here I was, being blamed and feared by my only daughter. Once again my curiosity took over and I sat there staring at my clothes in disbelief. I was dripping with blood and rain water. All the proof I needed was right there.
Absentmindedly I rose to my feet and began to run. I was scared. Scared that I had actually done all of this. I couldn't take it. I would never forgive myself. My only daughter seemed to fear and even hate me. I had killed the man I loved, and had hurt my own son. What have I done? This was all my fault. Myfault.
I just kept running, then I ended up back to the place where I had met him. I was running to fast to care that it was wet, and muddy. My feet couldn't take one more step. I collapsed and fell to my knees and continued to cry. I can't live knowing that I had hurt the people I love. No, I just can't. If I ever got over it, guilty would just eat me up. Tears fell from my eyes like tiny rivers. He's dead. Nothing can bring him back. Not even my children would come near me. This was my doing. This was my fault...
end of dream
"Mommy?" two innocent, child-like voices woke her up from her endless nightmare. "Mommy are you okay?"
She opened her eyes to be met by her daughter's amethyst orbs and her son's golden ones. She sat up and pulled them into a hug and started to cry. "Mom its all right we're here. We won't leave you we promise." She pulled away from them and smiled.
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aweee. This is actually one that I happen to like. Kids are so sweet. Well, anyways I still think I could've done better.. But oh well hope you liked it..toodlez! Hahah