Run. Wake. Scream. Repeat.

It was like a dream…Or a silent, desperate, muffled scream. When I saw him walk towards me, my feet refused to move, as if fear had finally learned my name. I couldn’t decide if it was reality, or if it was indeed a dream. I could hardly believe he was moving towards me but then I felt his presence…a sudden cold chill and a heavy, uneasy feeling while watching shadows move around in a dark, empty space. Run. Run… The bells in my head started to ring loud but I just couldn’t get my body to obey. What is wrong with me?! I screamed in my head. MOVE!Finally, my mind gave courage to my legs, and I ran without looking back. This cannot be real . No, he couldn’t be real. I attended his funeral! I did, didn’t I? I thought as I ran through the woods. I could still hear footsteps behind me, gaining closer. Wake up. Wake UP . WAKE UP, I kept telling myself, trying to convince myself this was all just a nightmare. The bells start ringing louder with each chime. I had to stop running, I was gasping for breath.I looked back to make sure he wasn't close but they were there instead, friends and family, crying over my dead body.Then I saw him, no, I saw me.I was him.He was me. our eyes met, mine wide with the terror of the living, his sewn shut with the peace of the dead, the screaming of the mourners began to fade into a wet, rhythmic thud. It wasn’t the sound of bells anymore. It was the sound of shovels.And then, slowly, I started to sink. I looked down and saw hands, lots of them, pulling me to my doom. I tried to scream, but no sound came out. I looked to my relatives for help, but they all turned the other way. I tried to call out to them, reach out to them to help me, help. My voice was small as I slowly sank.The earth swallowed me whole.I saw him again, lying there, eyes wide open, staring at me.Suddenly, his hands were around my neck. I could barely hear it now, the sound of the shovels. I was moving, fast, farther away from my own body.I tried to scream, but I was almost fully under. I couldn’t go back now. Things began to fade, beginning to black. I tried to stretch, to scream, but the hands around my neck prevented me. Finally, he stopped, He was staring down at me, smiling, Now he's laughing. It all seemed very familiar now, the screams, the run, the fear, the shovel, the grave, him. I realized, with a sickening clarity, that I had lived this moment before, over and over, trapped in my own mind. I smiled back at him as I succumbed ….once again, it was like a dream.... This piece was created by the members of the TwoCents Amebo Room

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