2- Dream or Reality?
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Scared to the core I slid out of the duvet to stand on my feet. Everything was dark. The room was filled with chilling silence as I inched towards the button of the light to turn it on.
The shadow was still standing outside behind the glass door, looking inside the room through the black glass. I was unable to see who it was due to the darkness. I was terrified and alone and it was snatching the life out of me.
I put my finger on the switch to turn it on but there was no light. I turned it on and off again and repeated a few times but there was no light still. The room remained dark. I tried the smaller light but even that was not turning on. Power must have gone out.
My heart started thudding hard. My floor was at the top of the building. The two floors down from mine were vacant. The tenants had recently left the floors in a distance of a couple of days. So even if the man attacked me and I screamed like hell, there was no one here to save me. I was alone here.
Grabbing a glass vase weighing a ton I slowly moved towards the glass door. In the next ten torturous seconds, I was in front of the door, facing the man head on. My hands were shivering terribly. My breaths were harsh and uneven, unable to decide what I was going to do after opening the door and the man overpowered me.
"Who is it?" I called out loudly, but the man did not answer. He just kept on staring at me, strangely enough giving me a feeling that despite the dark he was able to see me very clearly.
"Please." I whispered, begging.
I did not know what I wanted to say or what I wanted the man in front of me to think. I was already going through so much. I was already so miserable. I was barely managing to stay alive. I did not think if something bad happened to me right now, like r**e or brutality, I would be able to live anymore.
"Please go away." I begged again pathetically.
He did not. I did not even think that he heard what I said. He kept staring at me fixedly. And then he lifted his hand and placed it on the glass door.
There was a glint of a ring on his index finger. Gold? Or silver maybe? I could not differentiate.
His hand did not move. It stayed there. And for some reason I got infatuated to lift mine and match it with his, to place it right where his palm was. Our adjoined hands looked so weird, mine so small against his large one.
My breaths had calmed down without even knowing while the glass vase in my hand lowered to my side. But then beneath my palm a c***k started to appear, large and frightening and loud.
I could not move as I saw the glass c***k, breaking into a million small cracks. Fright once again filled me, terrifying me to the very core of my soul.
The door was about to c***k and burst and shatter into a million pieces to the ground, giving the free way to the intruder to come inside. I did not know how and why it had happened. How a thick glass door manages to c***k without any hit. All I could think about was that I was trapped and I was about to be a victim of a crime.
No sooner the thought ran across my mind, the glass made a loud screech before it cracked in thousands of pieces going from the top to the bottom and the shattered with a loud crash on the cold marble floor, making me scream at the top of my lungs as the glass shard showered upon me.
My eyes snapped open as I gasped for air. I did not think I was breathing anymore. I tried to feel my limbs and gut wrenching pain but I could not feel anything. And then I took in the surroundings and realized that the sun was shining brightly in my eyes through the open glass door while I was on the bed, hanging on the edge.
A dream inside a dream?
This is why I had started to hate sleep. This is why I had started to bury myself in work and cut myself from the world. I was going insane and there was nobody beside me.
I turned my head to look at the alarm clock only to shot up from the bed as I scrambled back in fright on the bed.
My hand was covered in blood. The glass vase that sat beside my bed was laying shattered on the ground and my palm was full of the glass shards.
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"How did you even manage to cut your hand so brutally?" the doctor grimace with a wince as his shining green eyes focused on pulling the shards out of my palm.
"Strong will is all it takes." I smiled faintly.
His eyes shot up to mine right before a huge grin kissed his lips, lightening up his whole face.
"Nice job." He stated before looking down once again.
There was at least twenty shards sticking out of my hand, more small shards buried inside the skin. The doctor was carefully pulling them out one by one and the pain let me know that this was definitely not a dream.
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