The awakening

Phill struggles between madness and lucidity.

It seemed like the gray, empty walls stood witness to his weakness. Phill was desperate to escape from Cara’s claws.

 

,, Don’t give me that Phill, you know it doesn’t work,,

 

After speaking those words, Phill felt a chilly breeze on his face. The floor was moving.

 

The sound of the waves fills his ears. He’s at sea, floating on piece of leather.

 

Stop Cara, please!    

 

He can see the dorsal of a shark on the sea surface far away from him. Phill looks at it silent of thoughts, and then he throws himself in the waves.

 

As he sees the piece of leather fading, he prays softly in his mind. Better to die drownd than in terrible pain and fear.

 

                   ***

 

It took a few minutes before Phill noticed that he was up. As usual she brought him back in about one hour before he went to bed.

 

The light was flowing softly into his room. Phill is relieved, but not entirely … she was going to drag him back into her sick game of ,, Give me the thing or I will pull your soul out of your chest ,, .

 

He switches on the light and sits at his computer. No more nightmares for one night.

 

No matter how hard he tried, he could not remember the woman’s name, even dough he knew he knew it, that information was kept from him.

 

Phil’s personal life was affected by his strange dreams, because his only interest was to find the woman in the living world , and his friends were more into basketball than that.

 

Surfing Google, Hi5 and MySpace wasn’t a very good way to find a person who’s name and physical structure almost unknown. There were thousands of black haired women, on the web who reminded him of here, but how could he know witch one was in his dream … ?

 

Thinking about her all the time was driving him mad. Sometimes he had erotic fantasies with her, or he thought seeing her on the streets – he had let her rule him… but he was going to brake free from her torture.

 

                   ***

 

Struggling to stay awake, he leaned back on his computer chair and pulled his headphones , and played one of his favorite songs - ,,Road to hell,, by Chris Rea. He knew he had to sleep sometime but he wasn’t so anxious to.