Tainted Souls

A Story by Chester Kheel

I basically wrote this to take out my stress and anger. This is also based on a dream I recently had.

WHY CAN'T I SEEM TO GET ANYTHING RIGHT?! EVERYTHING I TRY TO DO  JUST SHOVES  ME DOWN, DEEPER INTO THE BLACK CONSUMING ABYSS OF CONFUSION, WRAPING THEIR LONG,  SLINKY ARMS AROUND ME.  PULLING ME IN  DEEPER.  I TRY TO STRUGGLE FREE, BUT CAN'T SEEM  TO MAKE MY MOVES STRONG ENOUGH. I  SCREAM TO THE  DARKNESS  "I  GOTTA LET GO... I NEED TO GET OUT, LET ME  FREE... I-I  NEED TO GET OUT OF  HERE" I  DON'T KNOW WHAT I  EXPECTED IN RETURN.

THE ARMS LET ME GO AS  I  FELL INTO A  BLACK ROOM.  I HIT THE FLOOR HARD,  FLAT ON  MY FRONT. I LET OUT A LOUD COUGH AND  SCOOTUD  UP TO A SITTING POSITION.  THE FLOOR DISSOLVED FROM  UNDER ME, AND  I WAS  LEFT FLOATING IN A DARK  ROOM, WITH A  DARK  PURPLE MIST SURROUNDING. THE  LIGHTING WAS VERY DIMAND  PURPLE TINTED. I  HEAR THE WHISPERS GETTING LOUDER AND LOUDER. THEY FEEL SO  CLOSE,  THEIR BREATH TOUCHES MY NECK AS THEY WHISPER "END IT NOW.  YOUR PAIN WILL BE FREED"  I  SCREAM  LOUDLY, CRYING OUT WISHING TO FIND  A  WAY TO FREEDOM. I  HOLD MY HANDS  TIGHTLY TO MY CHEST AND SCREAM "NO  NO NO!!! LET ME FREE!!!"

I HAVE  MY CLOTHES ON,  BUT I FEEL COMPLETELY EXPOSED. I  FEEL LIKE EVEN THOUGH NO ONE IS THERE, EVERYONE CAN SEE  ME. EVERYONE IS STARING AT ME, LAUGHING  AT ME AND  MOCKING MY LIMP FIGURE. I TRY RUNNING, BUT I STAY IN PLACE AND  CAN'T MOVE AN INCH FURTHER  FROM  IT. I TURNED  AROUND  AND  AS SOON AS  I  DID  A MOUTH OPENED  UP FROM THE AIR BEHIND ME AND SWALLOWED ME WHOLE, SENDING ME INTO A WHOLE NOTHER REALM OF DARKNESS, SHADOWS AND MOCKERY. I SCREAMED  LOUDLY ON MY WAY DOWN. AS SOON AS I HIT THE FLOOR,

I jolted  up  in my bed screaming, " LET ME GO!!! I CAN'T BE HERE!!!!". I panted  hard, looking around my dark  bedroom,  the light from the bathroom pouring softly into my room from my doorway through the sheet, which used to be a door. I looked  at my arm, where I had gotten  scratched in my dream, and nothing was there. I curled  up in my bed, sitting up and cried. 'Why do I have to be cursed with  such terrifying night mares.?' I asked myself.