What Dreams May Come.Submitted by FALLEN at 2011-01-05 14:35:25 EST
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It’s dark again,
Not pitch black but dark enough. It’s been dark for a while now, so much so I forget what the light looks like sometimes. I never forget the feel though, the warmth, the joy when it shines on me.
As I wake, my eyes adjust to the dim glow that illuminates my surroundings. The floors and wall and I assume the ceilings are drab grey stone, roughly cut but sturdy. Everything looks wet and dank and I can hear dripping water from somewhere. I attempt to move and find the chains that bind my arms and legs to the wall are still very much in place. They are dark, iron I assume, and heavy looking almost absurdly so. The cuffs hold my wrists and ankles tightly and press into my flesh as I move. It is useless; my range of motion is only a few inches and I have tried to break my bonds countless times only to fail. To what end an escape would lead I do not know.
My life now is imprisonment my only variables are two things.
One is the small portal that glows softly, providing little light but sometimes much, much more. What magic works this window is beyond my understanding as is any control of it. Without warning the dim glow will become as the sun, flooding my prison, filling my mind with information beyond this hole, filling my soul with joy and hope. There is no rhyme or pattern to these moments, they come suddenly and go without warning most times. My whole existence is now staring there, waiting, and praying for even the fleetest moments to bathe in the light.
There is also the door. I can not see it from where I am chained but when it opens Hell is unleashed. In the times between the light, he comes. A dark figure, whose face is obscured by cloak and shadow, creeps into my cell and sends my mind to the edge of madness. For months this torture is thrust upon me.
As if on cue he enters and continues my torment. Lies and fantastic scenarios are whispered to me of the world that I am denied. I know how things are beyond this cage, how promises sworn and words spoken are true but his lies are so complete, so seductive. I know his words to be untrue but they wear at my mind, I try to dismiss the nonsense but it tears at my very being. I look to that blessed window begging for it to shine the light of truth and sanity back into me, it does not.
Taking no more of this I seize the opportunity that presents itself, in his zeal of torment, he has moved too close to my face. I gaze into his cloak though my hair is in my eyes and my vision blurred. Suddenly I wrench my head back and snap it forward; slamming my skull to his with such a force he is knocked to the ground. Unsteadily he rises, his hood is removed and in the dim light I see my nemesis for the first time, I reel back in disbelief.
With horror, I look back into my own face.
“So now you understand? It was easier to think me some unknown monster wasn’t it?”
I look away, ashamed as the realization that this nightmare is all of my own creation.
He, I, grabs my face so that I can not hide from the truth.
“All this is you, the cell, the chains, and the torture, all of it. You failed, you were a coward, and now you are here.”
I drop my head and start to weep as “I” release the grip on my face. The truth burns me unlike any flame could.
“You have the shackles of regret to keep you company”
My tormentor turns and vanishes back to the clouds of my soul, leaving me alone.
Alone with my chains and a softly glowing window.
The sound of the beer bottle dropping awakens me. Unsure of where I am, I rub the sleep from my eyes and scan the room. An empty Coke can and pizza box sit on the chair near my head. I get up from the floor near my end table, replacing the bottle on to its perch. I close my laptop and grab my jacket as I head out the door.