Friday, July 23, 2004

~*~THE LAST DREAM~*~
There's a young girl in my bedroom, and she keeps staring at me.

She looks like me, but she couldn't possibly be me. Her eyes hold no light; they're too dull. Her eyes are too cold, almost dead.

*My own reflection looks dead...*

I sit on my knees, in front of the mirror, and I press my fingers to the glass. My reflection does the same. I let my fingers run over its smooth surface, as I watch a bloody tear run down the girl's left cheek.

"Is this real? ", I quietly ask myself," This girl, who cries crimson tears, is she real? Is she really me?..."

I press my body gently against the glass. Its cold surface actually feels comforting against my warm cheek.

Suddenly, I hear something crack. Looking up, I see that the mirror is now broken. The thin cracks extended from the center, making it look like a ball of lightning. As I go to touch the glass again, some of the pieces fall and shatter against the wooden floor. Most of the pieces landed on my bare knees, cutting into the warm flesh. However, I don't flinch...

The pain actually feels good...

I run a finger along the sharp edges, and I simply watch the red liquid slowly ooze from the thin cut.

I then feel a cold breath against my cheek, and I look up to see a boy standing behind me.

I can't see his eyes. They're shaded by the long bangs of his raven hair. However, he seems familiar somehow. Like something out of a dream. The white shirt he was wearing was blood stained, and his hands were covered with deep gashes.

He kneeled next to me, and slowly raised one of his blood covered hands to my cheek. His touch was dead; it was stone cold...

However, it felt comforting. His icy touch made me feel safe for some reason.

I don't remember doing it, but I suddenly found myself with my arms wrapped tightly around him. I half expected him to push me away, but instead he did the exact opposite. I felt his arms tighten around my own body as well...

I felt unwanted tears begin to form, as I relaxed into his embrace. I have never felt so happy. I've never felt so safe in my whole life.

I buried my face into his strong chest, trying to hide my tears.

*They say love comes in many different forms... Does that include the dead?...*

He's a ghost from the past. Not just any past, but my past...

I reach my left hand up to touch the gaping wound in the center of his ivory throat. I know that this is a sin, but I don't care...

*I'm with him again, and that's all that matters... Even if I do end up burning in hell for this...*

I let my hand move away from his wound to brush the strands of hair out of his eyes.

*They're just like I remembered...*

His eyes are a beautiful storm blue. Even though he's looking at me with a blank expression, he's still the most beautiful creature to have ever walked among man.

I brush my lips gently against his cold ones, not caring that he hasn't returned my touch. I slowly pull myself out of his embrace, and I press my back against the broken mirror. I can feel the sharp pieces of glass digging into my back, but I just ignore it.

He remained in the same position, as he slowly lifted his head to look at me with an empty gaze.

*Even in death, you still look beautiful in my eyes...*

I let my right hand trail over the wooden floor of my bedroom, trying to find a big enough piece of glass...

As soon as I found one, I carefully picked it up and held it up so that he could see it. I could feel my own heart beating rapidly within my breast.

I reach my other hand up towards him, silently telling him to come closer. He knows what I want, and he slowly motions towards me. He has always been able to tell what I was thinking. That was one of the many reasons why I loved him...

He wrapped his strong arms around me, and gently pulled me into his lap. He took the large piece of broken glass from my hand, and held it over my own chest.

*This is the only way I can be with you again... I tired of us having to see each other only in my dreams... This is last dream I will share with you...*

I don't remember crying out, as he plunged the glass into my mortal flesh. I do remember, however, having a sudden feeling of peace begin to wash over me.

*Wait for me on the other side...*

I slowly open my eyes, and I find myself staring at floor of my bedroom. I lift my gaze to stare at my bed, only to find a still figure lying in it. I slowly walk towards it, my feet seemed to never touch the floor. I let my gaze fall upon the figure, only to finally come to realize something...

It's me...

*I've heard that if you dreamed that you died, that you would really die in your sleep... I never believed it until now...*

"You wanted this to be the last one..."

I turn around swiftly to face the owner of that voice, and I found HIM...

He was no longer covered with blood, and there was a scar on his throat where the wound had been before...

He smiles at me, as he slowly begins to come toward me.

"You wanted this to be your last dream...", he says to me softly. He gently runs a ghostly hand over my cheek." So that it could finally become reality..."

He feels so warm now. He's no longer cold to the touch, like he was in my dreams... He starts to run his fingers through my hair, and I feel happy...

I stare up at him with tears in my eyes, as I place my own ghostly body against him. I placed my head against his chest, as I felt his arms wrap around me possessively...

*It was the last dream, for my dreams have finally become true... Even in death, I felt happy... Even in death...*
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