Post by shinobu on Jun 4, 2011 14:38:17 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/2hxlus5.jpg); width: 445px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #283A90] Can't wake up and sweat 'Cause it ain't over yet A shiver in the obsidian black, of the place he was sleeping, a low whimper. A single tear rolling down his face as he shifted in the bed and buried himself lower under the sheets. Gripping at them ever so tightly, holding them close, almost as if they were his savior, as if they could save him from his own worst nightmares that his mind conjured for his own distaste and pain. Everything was in black and white, it kept flickering like as if he were watching some old horror movie. He recognized the place he was in though. His home. He didn't want to be here, of all the places in the entire universe this place held a horrible feeling for him. His stomach twisted in knots as he stood there till he decided to move. Strolling around the place in silence a loud bang was heard and he jumped out of his skin almost. Yet he pressed on, through the house. To the lounge he went. There his father laid on the couch, nothing unusual, but where had the bang come from? He moved closer to the unconscious man on the couch. Slowly does it. Don't make a sound. He might wake up now and we wouldn't want that would we? As he got closer, the man sat up bolt up right. Head snapping towards Shinobu, the man had glowing eyes in the black and white, his eyes were actually colored. They held a malice and hatred that Shinobu had never seen before. He went to scream but hands came from the darkness behind him, covering his mouth. A twisted grin on his fathers face. What now? What now?!! He couldn't break away, he tried. He failed. So he gave up. Those arms. Who did they belong too? Shinobu had no idea. He couldn't think straight, he was afraid, so horribly afraid. A twitch, a whimper, tossing and turning, a cold sweat and trembling and then the tiny student curled up clinging ever more to the sheets on the bed. Feet stuck out from one end and the rest of him was covered. Almost as though trying to shield himself. Trying to shield himself from his nightmares. That man was getting closer. Those arms held Shinobu so he couldn't get away. A knife, the glitter and shimmer of the blade made the entire setting seem to flicker in to color. It was surreal. Now the color was there it made it seem more... Real. That was something Shinobu did not want. At all. It just made this worse. Trying to back away. Nothing. He didn't want to die. He didn't want to die here. A scream and he fought back for once in his life. He kicked out, broke away in to a run. Sprinting off deeper in to the belly of the place. As he got part way down the hall, his father was in front of him. What!? How?! Behind him somewhere another figure. Who was it? Though they seemed like safety to Shinobu. He'd have to get past his father first to get there. To get to them. That light in the darkness. He didn't think. He usually would've thought this through but desperation took hold and he was running at the man. A sharp pain. Shinobu got past the man but he collapsed not too far from him. Watching as blood started to pool around him. Relaxing, at peace, yet still so very afraid. He was dying. Dying in his nightmare, and yet he was flipped on to his back by that man. The knife was brought down repeatedly, all that Shinobu could hear now were his own pained screams. THUD Red eyes snapped open. Wide. Scared. In the darkness of the room, he had fallen out of bed. It took a couple of moments for his vision to adjust to the darkness. Once they did? He realized he was shaking that he was crying. Though the only sounds outside of his nightmare had been whimpers. Wiping his eyes he panted, his heart was racing. Looking to his room mate he blinked. A sigh as he got to his feet now and tip-toed to the others bed. Slowly Shinobu crawled on to the foot of the bed and curled up in a ball. He was still shaking, but, he was close to someone at least. That made him feel a little bit safer. If only a tiny bit. It was better than nothing. Still dancin' with your demons Victim of your own creation WORDS:- 761 TAGS:- Lane! MUSIC:- Avenged Sevenfold - Nightmare NOTES:- Damn nightmares -.- |
