Nightmares from Within
I wanted to share a part of my current work in progress titled Nightmares from Within. This is the book that forced me to write it before I finished Savannah's story. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I'm loving the process writing it.
***** Please note the the below is subject to change*****
I can’t breathe. The air is being squeezed from my body and I can do nothing to stop it. It feels like there are strong hands wrapped around my throat preventing me from being able to inhale properly. I open my eyes but I can’t see anything. Everything is cloaked in darkness so heavy that I can’t even make out what’s right in front of my face. I reach out and try the grab hold of the hands around my neck but there is nothing there. My body is free to move but I still can’t breathe. What’s happening to me?
It’s almost like I’m having an asthma attack. Or what I can only assume is an asthma attack, seeing as I don’t have asthma. My body breaks out in a cold sweat and I can feel my life slowly slipping away. I fall to my knees, desperately trying to force air into my lungs but it’s pointless. I can’t die here. I can’t die in this cold dark room. As I slip further and further toward unconsciousness the fear of dying is overwhelming. Tears start running down my cheeks as reach for my neck again, trying to pull off whatever is wrapped around it. But there’s nothing, just cold, clammy skin.
That’s when I hear it. I deep, gravely laugh. If there was ever a sound that could be described as pure evil it was that laugh. “Tell me you love me.”
I’ve never heard that voice before but something in me knows that I should fear it. Even though the voice is unfamiliar to me it feels like I know whoever it belongs to.
That’s not possible.
“Tell me you love me and I’ll let you go.”
I know he’s lying. I know that I’m going to die whether I say it or not. But I have at least try. I can’t just give up. Summoning everything within me I force my voice out. “I love you,” I say on a gasp; one of the last gasps in my body and I just wasted it. I can feel it.
His voice is more menacing than ever and I’ve never been so scared. I’ve lived in a constant state of fear since I was seven years old and this is the most fear I’ve ever felt. “I don’t believe you!” he yells, and I know the end is moments away.
***** Please note the the below is subject to change*****
I can’t breathe. The air is being squeezed from my body and I can do nothing to stop it. It feels like there are strong hands wrapped around my throat preventing me from being able to inhale properly. I open my eyes but I can’t see anything. Everything is cloaked in darkness so heavy that I can’t even make out what’s right in front of my face. I reach out and try the grab hold of the hands around my neck but there is nothing there. My body is free to move but I still can’t breathe. What’s happening to me?
It’s almost like I’m having an asthma attack. Or what I can only assume is an asthma attack, seeing as I don’t have asthma. My body breaks out in a cold sweat and I can feel my life slowly slipping away. I fall to my knees, desperately trying to force air into my lungs but it’s pointless. I can’t die here. I can’t die in this cold dark room. As I slip further and further toward unconsciousness the fear of dying is overwhelming. Tears start running down my cheeks as reach for my neck again, trying to pull off whatever is wrapped around it. But there’s nothing, just cold, clammy skin.
That’s when I hear it. I deep, gravely laugh. If there was ever a sound that could be described as pure evil it was that laugh. “Tell me you love me.”
I’ve never heard that voice before but something in me knows that I should fear it. Even though the voice is unfamiliar to me it feels like I know whoever it belongs to.
That’s not possible.
“Tell me you love me and I’ll let you go.”
I know he’s lying. I know that I’m going to die whether I say it or not. But I have at least try. I can’t just give up. Summoning everything within me I force my voice out. “I love you,” I say on a gasp; one of the last gasps in my body and I just wasted it. I can feel it.
His voice is more menacing than ever and I’ve never been so scared. I’ve lived in a constant state of fear since I was seven years old and this is the most fear I’ve ever felt. “I don’t believe you!” he yells, and I know the end is moments away.
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