Did You Scream

 Did you scream?



 I can’t! no! I won’t forget, that night, the cold, salty sea-like breeze. The taste of blood between my teeth, I remember it all to well and I ponder from time to time, asking myself why. I’ve lived a good life, I never stepped on anyone’s toes, I never did anything wrong. Then why am I here? was I not good enough for her? Did I wrong her somehow or someway? Maybe, I don’t know. I can’t bear to come to grief with, even the idea that I may have played some part in this sick sinister plot. A plot that I, conceived from the twisted concaves of my diluted mind, which I dare not speak apron. I remember it as being asked, “Did you scream”? As if some sick prick was getting aroused off the concept of it all. It was foggy that night as the gray white filled snow cover the ground. My hand had grown white with fear as she tried to console me. She kept telling me “It not your fault”. Hmm, I beg to differ, for no one knew what was afoot. I swear it felt all like a dream, the dark greys and the harsh whites, the violet reds. Was I honestly lead to believe that this was right? No, no. I’m not stupid or crazy but I must be, as I lay down on this cold marble table while the doctors speak in codes and riddles, to insure I will unwillingly go along with more test.



 Now I know you’re wondering what I did that was so twisted for me to be sent away. However, in reality, I don’t know. It all started back in o-six; I meet this young lady who I was just consumed with at first sight. Her tender soft to the touch skin, her model like figure, and those big blue eyes that drowned me: I had to have her. No, I had to get her, a few days passed by and I would see her, as I walked thought the busy streets of Manhattan. She was always behind me or towards the side never in front. Whenever I would turn she turned, as if she was stalking me, or maybe avoiding. I had to talk to her. I felt as if I had meet her before, but when. This pattern went on for months; I would see her everywhere, each day more and more to no end. Then one day it happen. It was raining out and the road seemed to be empty, everyone with sense had found shelter but no not me, I just had to go out during the storm. When all of a sudden a flash of light blinded my field of view crashing me into a nearby light post, knocking me unconscious, when I awoke, I was in shock. I couldn’t believe it, of all the people in the world who was out this night. Why! After I had calmed down, I emerged from the car to see who or what I had hit, and to my surprise, I hit her. The lady who was my mystery, the lady I was dying to meet was dead, I mean, sure it wasn’t my fault but, still I killed someone I couldn’t believe it and I was right not to for that was merely a dream, or at least I believe so for within seconds later I woke up in my bed. Things were different from that night thought. It seemed everywhere I turned right in the comer of my eye there, she was or at least her mangled body was. Always behind me just out of sight always taunting me, as I turned she kept moving just out of sight. For the next two and half years, I had these nightmares of this lady, who I killed in a dream; I must have been going crazy. even when every day I saw her in the streets. The concept drove me insane, time after time, night after night, I killed her. Every dream made it worst her unfamiliar yet blood-kin voice echoed in my head “did you scream”. I would always ask why she was doing this, and one night I got an answer. I awoke at 3:02, my hands were a blood red, and my sheets were dripping in blood. I jumped from bed, but fell on to a knife. The hell, I was dreaming and killing myself. My vison at this point was very foggy, as I stumbled through the halls. All I could hear was her voice over and over “did you scream”? To no avail, I looked toward the window asking myself “would I”. It all came back to me I pushed her, no, I stabbed her, no I murdered them. A sick smile rose across my face as the banging at my door grew loud. I never noticed any of the knocking, yet I knew it was the police. They took me away that night, sent me into this hellhole of a hospital. Now im sorry please forgive me but the doctor is back, yes, the blue eyed lady who I keep seeing. She is letting me out again, and I will try, to live again, to please her.

Leon64 (talk) 09:09, September 8, 2014 (UTC)