She didn't really know when it had started, just that they came even more frequently then before. The dreams. They were more like nightmares. Every night when she closed her eyes they came and with the rising of the sun she was left with more questions and no answers.
There was a little girl in these dreams, with blood red eyes. At least that was all she could ever remeber about her face after. The little girl would always be standing there eyes wet from crying, blood staining the front of her dress. Blood like her eyes. She was the most breath taking thing in the world right at that moment.
Even after the tears turned to little drops of blood rolling down her cheeks. Almost as if the color was being drained out of her eyes. All she could do was stare at that hauntingly, beautiful little girl. Stare and stare till her eyes blurred and watered. Till she had to blink away the salt.
She'd look up and the girl would be right in front of her, holding out her hand. And then her chest would start to tighten and her head pound. Oh god it would hurt. Then suddenly she'd just know that the little girl could stop the pain, that she was the only one that could stop it.
But she always came awake before their hands could touch. The pain would diminish her heart rate would slow. An she would lay awake for hours later wondering what it mean't. Wondering, watching the ceiling and seing only red.
*Just a lil story I thought up. Hope you liked it.*
 softly_sweetly · Sun Oct 29, 2006 @ 03:34am · 1 Comments |
