Once again, the spirit retreated to the corner of my mind. I heard little from him. It seemed that was how he liked things. Coming out whenever he pleased, and then retreating again. Over the next few weeks I had peculiar "blackouts", time that I cannot recall. I tried to ask the spirit about it, but he would never answer. That was another thing. I also tried to ask him about his name, so I could stop referring to him only as "spirit", but again he didn't answer me. Jounouchi and Honda stayed away from me after the "incident", and surprisingly, didn't mention it to anyone else either. At least, not that I heard. Things almost went back to normal. Focus on "almost." There were the blackouts, and then there were the nightmares. Yes, nightmares. Horrifying images that I'm almost certain are coming from my spirit. I'm not sure though that these dreams are meant to torture me. I wouldn't put in past him, but I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to be seeing these images at all. Maybe they're memories, but I would hope not. I wouldn't wish what I've seen these past few nights on my worst enemy. It would explain my spirit's horrible mood though. And every time I close my eyes to sleep, the dreams come, and they're always the same.
At first, all I can see is fire. It's all around me, even seemingly consuming me, yet I can't feel a thing. Then, all of a sudden, I'm standing in a desert, a city in the distance. The sky is a midnight blue and full of stars. I'm staring at the city, and then suddenly I'm in the middle of it. Or so I assume. People are running, screaming, crying; carrying any of their possessions they can. It seems the entire city is on fire and people are running for their lives. Running from the fire and running from the soldiers. The cause of the fires, obviously. The stench of human flesh hangs in the air, and there's blood… so much blood. People are screaming, crying, yet I can't hear them. I can hear myself scream, and then I wake.
I can never go back to sleep after these nightmares. I try to talk to the spirit, but he remains silent. His emotions spike though during these dreams, I can feel it. I feel the same rushing emotions I felt when I first put on the Ring; pain, anger, confusion. Mostly I feel his anger. Actually, it's more like rage. A deep burning rage which leads me to believe that these are memories. Was this his home? Why was it being destroyed? Does it have something to do with why he's trapped in the Ring?
"You ask too many questions, host."
I jumped. I hadn't heard him actually speak in weeks.
"I'm… I'm sorry. I'm just curious. I see so many horrible things. Did they happen to you? Are these memories?"
"Yes." was all he said. Then he disappeared again.
"Oh."
I wish sometimes he would talk more. I haven't seen him again either since the "incident." Still so many mysteries about my spirit. What does he want? Where did he come from? And what are the secrets behind these horrible dreams?
A/N: Hi! Sorry this took so long. The 5th chapter is written though and six is about 1/4th done. I hope you are still enjoying this, I am enjoying writing it. Please review and please be gentle with my dream sequence, it's my first time writing one. Until next time!