Demon's Dream

by Elle Kayson

“Dream is… mine. She’s just mine.” Dr. Monroe looked at me thoughtfully. “Then let’s talk about what that means—to be yours. Did Dream understand what that meant?” I leaned heavily against the back of my chair. “Nah. I don’t think she did.” “Maybe we should start with how she came to be yours,” she said pensively.

“If you could have anything you wanted, what would it be? Why? How would it enhance your life?”

I’m going to answer the questions for today to you. If I could have anything in this life, it would be you. The whys of life usually leave me stuck but not now. I want you in my life but not in just any way. You have already offered to protect me, to provide for me, to please me, to marry me… everything except to love me, and I want that most of all. I don’t regret meeting you, but I regret meeting you in those circumstances. Until you choose me, well, choose to love me, it will always be on my mind that fate and Dante chose me for you. Would you have looked at me twice if you passed me on the street? It’s the little shit that triggers me. I am stuck loving you, yet you can move on as if I never existed. You kill for me. You kill this pussy, lol. But you are always killing my heart. And still, my simp ass (I sound like you) would always CHOOSE you. (So glad you won’t read this.)

“You wanna talk about power, shorty? You got it. All the power. Dante guessed that shit right from jump. For you, I’ll give anything, do anything. You know why I brought you here?” I asked roughly. She shook her head, her eyes glued to me. “I read your journal. The letter to me. That shit you talked about? That’s how I feel. If I could have anything in the world, it would be you. You gotta understand, letting people in means they can hurt you. Look how Melanie did me. Look how I lost Kiana. That shit is a risk. I hurt people; I don’t let them hurt me. And you… Dream, you could hurt me. Because I… umm… I love you. I’m not good at that shit, yet. But as long as I got you and my little one, I’m fine. That shit ain’t easy for a nigga to admit, so don’t be out here doing me wrong. I don’t wanna do you dirty, shorty.”