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dreamermeaning · 6 years

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There we were.

Standing atop the world, looking over all the street lights and the trees.

I glance around the rooftop, soaking in the night air, knowing it is my only comfort tonight.

The wind rustles my hair slightly.

I look over to see him staring, intent burning immensely in his gaze.

“So, what now? I don’t know where to go from here.” I state with betrayl clawing in my throat. I am swallowing my tears, begging my eyes - and the fire of my being, to stay strong. Asking myself not to break this time. Not to let my security fall.

He looks down at his feet, then back to me. “I came here, after you, just hoping you would give me one more chance. I want to make everything right. I don’t want to lose you again. Ever.”

My chest burns so hot, my lungs feel as though they are on fire.

I want to run to him so badly, my feet are throbbing, my toes are curling inside my shoes.

“We have done this time and time again. You told me this before. What makes it different this time?” I attempt to say emotionlessly.

I fail. I begin to lose it, slowly, tears start breaking down my stance, unforgivingly flowing onto my cheeks.

Why can’t I let him go? He has proven to me over a million times that he is only going to hurt and break me. What is wrong with me?

“Why do you do this to me?”

Hello reader. What now you might ask? It is simple. She ran back to him. Again. -_-

To be fair, if she didn’t, she may as well throw herself off of the roof. It’d hurt less.

- At first.

Eventually, she’d be okay.

Eventually she would find it in herself to love who she is enough to care for her soul.

Eventually.

That growing pain is the worst of them all.

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dreamermeaning · 6 years

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Dream #1

I have a job interview. I am not sure what for. I am walking up to the building, strange, several windows, and reminds me of my house from childhood. Kind of pretty.

I walk into the house. It is like a maze. I can hear children crying and screaming. I see several odd shaped doors, all locked. I feel something tingle, as someone approaches me.

A large man, with rolls of jelly-like belly, greets me at the end of the maze.

I feel afraid.

I tell him “I should get going.”

I turn, but somehow I can’t move.

Before I even know it, he grabs me by the arm, and says “You are never leaving this place.”

I am thrown into a room with a girl around my age. She remains quiet, until I ask her about the game she is playing. She delights me on the game, simple.

I ask her about this place. She says it is full of monsters, some good, some bad, but Mr. Man, who kidnapped us all, he is the devil himself.

She also mentions that “This place is a house within a house, his secrets hidden, all behind a regular looking home. The real world sees a regular house. They do not know we are stuck here.”

I notice a door on the other side of the room.

Someone walks through, casually.

I ask him, “What are you doing? Where does that go?”

He replies, “It runs through the ‘house’” with a sad look washed on his face.

I run through the door.

I found a room on a higher floor. When I look outside I can see nearby civilization, but I also see waves of distortion, knowing they hold me here.

I begin to smash the window, as hard as possible, and Mr.Man from earlier, runs to watch. He says “There is no point trying to escape here dear.”

The window re-assembles. No one outside ever noticed.

I see a large tail to my left outside the house.

Massive. I ask Mr. Man what it is, he states “It is my dog. He cleans my messes. There are other very large creatures who help me as well.”

I lean away from the window.

“Do you have a bank or anything?” I ask with ideas in mind.

He laughs. “Sure hold on.”

He points his finger, and suddenly a screen similar to an atm appears.

I run over to it, hoping, praying, I can alert my bank about my whereabouts.

It is no use.

4 days pass. I am being worked like a horse.

I continue to live with the girl in the room. Keep in mind, rooms are very minimal, beds are hard, we are not fed much at all. I can hear Mr. Man laughing, while children cry and scream. I worry. I am afraid. I’m angry.

I hear a familiar voice.

Outside the window, I see a sidewalk with familiar shoes.

I overhear, “Mom we are going to find her. I do not know where on earth she is, or where she went, but we will.”

I can hear my mother crying.

I begin to scream and bang on the window, as hard and as loud as I could do anything in my life, but it is not working.

I notice the footsteps stop for a moment.

I begin to plead. “Please Brett. It’s me. Please.”

Brett looks around, and continues to walk.

I cry in frustration. I remember the third door in our room. One that stays locked, unless lunch is served.

At this moment our lunch arrives.

Noodle-O’s out of a cold can.

I begin to ask our lunch man how he is doing.

He is hesitant to talk to me.

I draw his attention somewhere else, and immediately shove him as hard as I can, and begin to try to run.

The field grabs around my body, refusing to let me leave.

I shake, rip, and move as much as I can, until I am on the outside house. The normal house.

But there is a problem.

I am caught in the webbing of the illusion.

My legs are free, and I notice the lunch man run past me, frantic, yelling, “Mr. Man!!!!!!” He pushed the door open behind him.

I could smell fresh air.

I kick my legs repeatedly, desperately to keep the door open and from locking itself.

I hear Mr. Man approaching.

I violently tear and move, with all I have.

I snap free.

I run out the door, hearing the awful screeching of Mr.Man.

I keep running so hard, and I begin to hear steps. Loud steps.

The dog is following me, until his chain flicks, and he remains stuck. He saddens.

To the world, he looks like a regular retriever.

To me, I know he is the beast from before. I still ache for him, but I know I will set everyone free.

I keep running down the street until I come across a bank,

I run to the window, I scream “CALL THE POLICE, NOW!!!”

The women nod their heads, and frantically dial the police.

I call my family.

They are happy to see me, but I garuntee I am happier to see them. They hold me, asking me a million questions, but all I can do is stare at the house.

It looks so normal.

The police approach the house. I warn them of everything, surprisingly they believe me.

They say, “Yeah, kidnappers are very good at acting as though they are normal people. They are very good at hiding.”

In that moment, everything clicks.

I watch them take a bald man, receding hair, large glasses, bloodied shirt, out of the house.

He stares at me, and smiles.

“You are going to prison for a long time Mr.Mannord.” States one aggravated officer.

Following this, several malnourished children are let from the house, many of them can’t remember their own name.

Including the girl I was with.

Now that she is out of the house, I see her in her true form.

She is skinny, beaten, one eye is patched up.

She smiles at me.

I had no idea she was going through so much pain. I remember her leaving to her “duties,” like we all had, but the illusion was strong enough to make her appear happy and healthy.

I look at myself.

I realize I am also malnourished. My belly is swollen, and my legs are light purple.

I turn to my family, to hug them all, hug the bank tellers too.

After they relax, I tell them I will talk about everything soon.

“How long was I really gone?” I ask.

My mother replies, “It has been 2 months.”

I stare at her in contempt. I hug her.

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