WARNING: It's a nightmare. Mentioning of torture and suicide included.
I was running through a dark, endless tunnel. Memories of being held in a cage with others and being tortured with different devices flooded my mind. Without remembering how I managed to attempt an escape, I kept running with my best friend. I didn't know anyone with the appearance of the person next to me, but something told me this was my best friend. I didn't even look like myself, as if I was trapped in another's body.
Nevertheless, we held hands, trying to comfort each other in some way possible. We were running from this tall, slender man. He had no eyes. His skin was pale, almost white. He smiled a creepy smile. It was unnaturally wide and empty. No teeth. Just a blank void, reaching from one corner of where an eye would be to the other in form of a crescent. He followed us slowly, but always keeping up. We could put a good amount of distance between him and us, but there was this creeping feeling telling me there was no escape.
Eventually, we reached the end of the tunnel. The building we were inside of now looked like what I imagined a bunker would look like. We were surrounded by cold, grey stone or concrete walls. The paths were narrow and everything looked cramped. There was a door. Without knowing what awaited us behind it, but knowing it was our only tiny chance to escape that creepy man, I pulled my friend with me.
As we entered the room, everything seemd to freeze. No one moved, as everone seemed dumbfounded by the situation. For my best friend and me all hope seemed to have shattered. The room we had entered was apparently something like a break room for the ones overseeing our torture, though even here, torture devices could be found at the back of the room. But that was exactly what we were trying to escape from. We were kidnapped and now tortured. Who knew for how long.
Thinking here goes nothing, I pleaded with them to let us go. To help us escape from that scary man. Something told me they understood my terror. For some reason I just knew they thought this 'colleague' of them was creepy as well. "Please!", I cried. Tears streamed down my face, while I tightened my grip around the hand of my best friend. The overseers looked at each other without a word, until one of them told us that they would let it pass just this one time. But they would not help us. They would just pretend they didn't see us. And if we were to get caught, it would be as if nothing had happened. They would not have mercy, because that was their job.
They did this, because they knew the man with the creepy smile wouldn't tell their boss. For he couldn't. He was a nightmare in itself. With no capability to communicate with humans.
Nodding, I swallowed dryly. I looked back through the left open door one more time before continuing the escape, just to see that terror inflicting smile far too close.
Next thing I knew, I sat on a bed with my legs stretched out in front. In a room I knew was 'mine'. It was the room I was trapped in, in this house full of physical and psychological torture. It was dark. As it was apparently nighttime, there wasn't much light coming in from the outside and there was no lamp brightening it's surroundings.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLndQD9iFOa
The room was scarcely furnished, but the bed I sat on and the little nightstand next to it looked rather fancy. The bed was large enough for two people to sleep in. The red, thin blanket most likely made out of an expensive fabric.
Suddenly I realised I wasn't alone. My elder twin sister was with me. But she didn't offer me any comfort, for she was the mastermind behind all of this. She was the one holding me captive. She was the one enjoying the torture she and the overseers exacted on me.
She was comfortably sitting right next to me on the bed, while leasurely playing with her two daggers, which she apparently didn't feel like using this time. Rather, she attempted to torture me psychologically again by telling me how she was always going to protect me or how much good she did to me. I no longer believed her words, but I was still terrified of her. For she had hurt me countless times. And she enjoyed it. And I had no way to escape. I had tried many times. Eventually, I had given up.
My sister offered me two boxes of food to choose from, like she always did before leaving. She happily explained the contents to me. Both boxes contained bread with some filling. One was poisoned, the other already moldy. It was food like I always got from her, so the choice didn't shock me in the slightest.
Thinking that I could at least eat the part of the bread, that was not moldy or that I would only get a bit nauseous from it, I chose that one. Just then, right when she left the room, I felt something I hadn't felt for a very long time. Hope.
Dumbfounded, I looked down at my hands, holding one of my sisters daggers. I didn't remember how I snatched it away from her and I couldn't yet believe it really that she hadn't noticed. This was my ticket to salvation, I thought. For a few seconds, I stared at the door, expecting my sister to come back barging in, because she noticed one of her precious daggers missing. But she didn't come. Still dumbfounded, I put it on my lap for now. I was hungry. I needed to eat something.
I opened the lunch box and inspected the two sandwiches for a second before grabbing one. Both had multiple parts that molded. Just as I was about to take a bite a thought struck me. If I was going to kill myself anyways, why would I still eat something bad like this? It's not like it was tasty at all.
Without further ado, I put the sandwich back into the box and closed it. Then I grabbed the dagger again and looked at it. I wasn't scared. I was relieved. For a split second a certain thought crossed my mind. Like how in animes or mangas backflashes would dominate the protagonists mind now. To emphasize the moment. But I would not do that. I didn't have the time for that. For my sister could notice the missing dagger any second and come back, taking it away again.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOCsNMnxwJZ
Thus, without sparing the act any second thought, I drove the dagger right into the right side of my throat with the blade directed to the back of it. I felt a choking feeling, but no pain. The last thing I felt was how the skin at the front of my throat was ripped through, as I pulled the dagger back out the front of my throat with it's dull side.
As I woke up, I felt my heart beating hard against my chest. The fear and terror was still residing in me, even though I immediately knew, that in my dream, I was someone else completely. Someone I don't even know. But I was too afraid to move. Too afraid of that man with the creepy smile (I knew it couldn't be true, but I was sure he was standing behind me in my room, just waiting for a sign signaling I had woken up) and too afraid of 'my sister', whom I didn't even have, to come and punish me for trying to escape her. I was even afraid of them noticing I was awake by the way my breathing must have changed. So I just lay there for a while, staring at the wall I faced, unmoving, until I calmed down eventually. First time I killed myself in a dream and probably the worst nightmare I ever had.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl4WjCJg64x
