I don’t know why I’m still updating this. I’m not doing
investigations anymore. I guess it’s just habit to talk about things that are
happening to me now.
I had another nightmare. It’s weird because this is the
first one I’ve had since Tallie died. I figured I wouldn’t get any rest after
that. I thought I would relive that horrid terror and guilt again and again. Until
now, though, it’s just been darkness. The warm and blanket-y kind of darkness,
not like the kind I found in the closet. Sleep has actually been a bit of
comfort until now.
But I digress.
In my nightmare, I was going through my morning routine. It
was one of those realistic dreams where you think that you’ve actually woken
up. I got up, went to the bathroom, nothing seemed odd or out of place. However, as I went to wash my face, I saw something off in the mirror. My hurt eye
was bloodshot. It looked painful, but it wasn’t. While I looked at it, the
inflamed veins spread. They moved forward until they consumed my entire eye in
bloody red, wriggling and writhing as they did so. For some reason, I didn’t
react. I just watched calmly as if it were the most normal thing in the world
to have your eye consumed by writhing blood vessels.
The veins started moving out of my eye, growing until they
were like branching tentacles. They spread over my face and burrowed into my
skin. I started laughing. My good eye widened with hysteria as I laughed and
laughed and watched myself be consumed in the mirror. I laughed as the
tentacles spread down my head, wrapping around my neck, burrowing into my body,
stirring up my flesh and bones. I laughed and laughed until they filled my
throat and cut off my breathing, and then I still shook with inescapable
masochistic mirth.
It wasn’t scary until I woke up this time.
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