by broken* » Tue Nov 10, 2015 12:52 pm
dear diary,
"it was dark. cold. moist. the air was thick and heavy, draping down. the ground was hard. the air had a chill. I woke up startled by the freeze given off in the air surrounding me, expecting to find myself in my bed, perhaps with the window blown open. but no. I was in a tiny, dark space. the ground and the walls were both stone of some sort, although what type I could not tell, due to the lack of light. stumbling around in the darkness, I felt around for a way out; all I found were spiderwebs. I squeaked as they covered by paws, my fingers sticking together with the pale webs. I managed to rip them all off, using my teeth, but I must have dug too deeply; I felt wetness upon my paws, and upon sniffing one, for I still couldn't hardly see, I recognized the metallic undertone of blood. I felt myself get queasy; blood had always been something that made me ill. but I somehow managed to force myself to push that to the back of my mind. this was something I could deal with later. for now, I had to get out of this dark place, figure out where I was, and somehow get myself home. after stumbling around in dead silence for a bit longer, I managed to find a tiny opening in one of the walls. well, I say tiny; technically, it was only slightly smaller than I was. but it was my only option of escape. and so, I forced my breathing to calm, trying to forget about my claustrophobia as I began to squeeze myself through. I managed to get my head, neck, and shoulders through before I got stuck; my ribcage was too large. oh dear lord. but I had no other options. so I forced myself through, biting so harsh on my lip that I drew blood; not that I felt it. forcing myself through the opening, it took everything in me not to let out an ear piercing scream as I felt, and heard, my ribs crack from the pressure. it was excruciating. the worst pain I'd ever felt. it hurt to breath; scratch that, it was nearly impossible to breath. and yet somehow I managed to drag myself to my paws and creep through the corridor infront of me. every step jostled my ribs, every breath felt like I was nearing death. but I pushed on. my family. I had to see my family again. I would not die with them having no clue where I was. my parents, my brothers, my sisters.. no. I would not die. finally, this hallway, this never ending corridor, came to an end. there was a door; a simple door. it was a dark gray, and there was no hint of light from the otherside. but it was my only option. so I opened it and instantly, a cold breeze ran through my fur. but I was outside. thank goodness. but I was in a forest; and not the one near my home. I didn't recognize this place. the trees, the grass, the bushes.. everything was dead and black. and when I turned around to face the door I had come out of, it was no longer there. there was no building, no hint it had ever existed. I was so confused.. and now, the freezing cold air made my breathing even harder than before. that's when I heard it. the shrieking. the wailing. it sounded like the dead was coming up out of the ground. I closed my eyes, trying to block it out, and when I reopened them; the sounds were louder than ever, and I was no longer in a forest, but a cemetery. and the dead were rising. skeletons were clawing out of their graves, coming towards me. I tried to run, but with my injuries I barely made It a few yards before I was surrounded. they began to attack me, piling on me.. everything faded to black..."
that was the dream I had every night. the nightmare I woke up to, drenched in my own cold sweat. the first few nights I woke up crying. since then I awoke screaming. I knew my family worried. but none of us knew what to do to stop the terrors that faced me in my sleep. this went on for months, and then my miracle came, my savior. of course, it was a mere accident. I was on google, trying to figure out how to use photoshop (I was a child, I knew nothing okay?) and I stumbled across a picture of a dreamcatcher. for some reason, the object caught and held my attention. I couldn't get it off my mind. so I began to do research into the spiritual object. I convinced my parents to let me get one. the nightmare came that night, but it was far less severe, less scary, less horrifying. I snuck a second dream catcher into the house, and again, the nightmare came, but it was even less fear-inducing. I got a third dream catcher, and that night I didn't get the dream at all. and ever since then, I have increased my collection of dreamcatchers. they are the only thing that allows me to get any rest at night. many believe I am just being superstitious, that it's all in my mind. but no one will ever be able to convince me of anything else but this; I know that dream catchers truly work. for they saved me.
