UNNAMED  (Chapter 7- "Not A Dream")

UNNAMED 

Chapter 7- "Not A Dream"

"She walked like she belonged here.

 I stood like I'd been dragged back.

 The dead were silent,

 but she spoke like she knew them all by name."

I started screaming at the top of my lungs, trying to shake off this feeling - this terror clawing at me from the sight in front of me.

"WAKE UP, YOU STUPID DAMN SHIT! WHY IN THE WORLD ARE YOU HERE ? WHY DID YOU COME HERE?!"

"Because I wanted you to be here," said the girl standing in front of me.

"Huh? You can see me?" I asked, stunned.

She didn't answer. Instead, she turned to the man in the coat and asked,

"How is it?"

"You've done it properly," he said in amazement.

"Well, well, looks like someone deserves a nice dinner tonight," the woman in the coat said, glancing between the mutated body and the girl.

My stomach twisted. I felt like throwing up. Just listening to them made my anxiety spike.

The girl began walking toward me - her pace slow, her face filled with rage. She picked up a piece of flesh lying on the table beside the dissected body. As she neared me, my body trembled. The sharp scent of blood mixed with unknown chemicals hit me - burning my eyes, scratching my throat, clinging to her clothes. The flesh dripped scarlet, thick like ink, as she moved. The iron tang of blood made me nauseous. My hands shook. My head spun.

Yet she was calm, almost graceful. Her movements were clean. Sharp. Precise. This wasn't her first time. The thought hit me like ice.

She stopped close - too close - and bent down on her knees to meet my eyes. Her words echoed inside my head.

"I brought you here," she said with a smile.

"W-why?" A lump formed in my throat.

"To show you, obviously."

"Show me… what?"

"Show you what I've become. You know, because of who?"

"W-who - ?"

"Let me tell you," she cut me off, laughing. It was wild, like a wounded animal roaring in the depths of a forest.

"All this before you - the magnificent sight of blood and flesh.

People dressed in white with hearts painted black.

The weapons. The tools. The chemicals. The instruments of ruin.

The things that've shaken you to your bones.

made your blood run cold.

Ha-ha - hahaha! This life you gave me."

"Uh-huh… Me?"

"Yeah. You. This is all because of you. Did you like it?"

"Stop lying!" I screamed. "There's no way this is because of me! What have I even done for this to happen?! It can't be - !"

"Take responsibility for your actions," she snapped. Her voice cut through me. My heartbeat thundered like a war drum.

"This can't be real. I'm dreaming. There's no way a twelve-year-old girl is killing people. A twelve year old girl can't be doing this," I told myself, clinging to reason like a broken raft in a flood. But reason had no place here. Not with the blood, the bodies, the echoes of words I once knew.

This house, this place - it has to be my imagination. A dream. I need to wake up. I NEED TO WAKE UP. WAKE UP, YOU FUCKING BITCH. Why can't I wake up?

She brushed her hand against my cheek. The blood smeared cold and wet across my skin, and the sensation sent a shiver down my spine. She looked at me in silence while I felt like I was being ripped apart from the inside - like needles pricking under my skin.

"You can't wake up from this," she said. "Because this isn't a dream. Even if someone called it one, it could never be a dream. At best, you might call it a nightmare. A world where every moment is painted in black. Where it's always night. Darkness devours everything. And when the moon appears - its light makes the crimson river shine, and corpses fall with the waterfall."

Her words… they sounded familiar. I'd heard them before. Years ago. I couldn't remember where or from whom, but I had heard them.

Everything fell silent.

Drip.

The sound echoed - slow, wet, deliberate.

Drip…

Blood slid from the piece of flesh in her hand, pattering onto the floor like time itself was bleeding.

Drip… drip…

All eyes were on me.

I took a breath - sharp, ragged - and stared into the eyes of the corpse.

"Who are you?" I asked, summoning the last of my courage.

- to be continued….

Hiya readers,

It's been over a week since we last met. Due to some unforeseen circumstances, I wasn't able to write anything - but things have been resolved now, so get ready for more heart-wrenching chapters ahead.

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 - Nebula

Genres: Psychological Horror, Dark Literary Fiction, Psychological Thriller, Surreal Horror.