The Ballad of an Insomniac

A reoccurring dream plagues her sleeping mind. Night after night she dreams of the what is to come from her sinful romance.

The Ballad of an Insomniac

 

Original Story by Jennifer Hazen Buss, "The Reoccurring Dream"

 

Adapted by Robin Hazen

    The feeling of their sweaty bodies intertwining was that of aphrodite’s dirtiest nightmare. Pleasure unlike anything either of them had ever felt in their mundane lives, it was intoxicating. The vile venomous act reaked of sin and carnage. It became all consuming, an addiction so violent that it couldn’t be held within. All too often the animosity their sins created left marks up on their skin. Bloody streaks of torn flesh decorated his back and the bruises around her neck were not soon to fade.

    Standing there across the room, pistol shaking in his hand, was the pathetic creature overcome with lust. It’s once youthful and vibrant eyes now lay cold and gray in it’s sockets. She sat on her hands and knees staring down the black steel of the .45 Operator. The only relic of the decent man the creature’s father had once been. Her naked skin was soft against the silk sheets. Even through the fires of rage burning deep in his blood he found her beautiful. Everything about her was perfect. She was radiant and her warm eyes had small shades of red. The same shade of red the covered her thick pouty lips. Her face begged him not to pull the trigger.

    Burning metal broke through air and shattered time. As if everything rewound, his finger pulled the trigger a second time yet it was the first. Her beautiful lips parted to make a sound as she watched the bullet exit the barrel and separate the air before her. In death she saw her life before her eyes in a moment. It had all been a game, pushing and pushing until she forced someone to pull the trigger. Time after time she had danced the waltz but never had she been matched by her partner. Always she was left longing for more, longing for someone to know her name. The creature that stood before her was the one she had wished for.

    Over time their casual office romance grew as her need did. Soon the feeling of thick repressed flesh between her legs did not sate the itch. She needed more, the fires in her soul longed for more than his wasted seed. It yearned for the venom in his heart. He locked it away, things that need not be named. There were horrors that lived in the space between his brain and his skull. They called out to her and she to them. It started with a crossing of the legs to a kiss at the door. She deprived him of her embrace and waited. The want in his skin aiding in the prying that came from the void. Finally he could not fight it any longer and he was overtaken by the horror within.

    The nightmare became him, humanity was ripped from him when he defiled her. Worse yet was that she loved the defilement. The cycle often yielded a tightening of her thighs or a long trip to the ladies room. Toxic sin flowed through her vains as she reveled in the evil she had done. Her love was evil incarnate, it moistened and grew while she watched his sanctity corrupt. She had opened his mind and let his demons claw out. And in return, those demons became him and he filled her body and soul.

    Only the fires of Hell could exorcise the demon in her. The bullet he shot into the center of her head burned bright, it scorched her flesh before it pierced her skull. In a microsecond, she was gone. The bullet exited through the other side of her skull painting the white pillow behind her the deepest shade of red. Lifeless and limp her body fell backwards, her eyes were wide with shock. Those beautiful red lips of hers made the most indescribable expression. It was an incredibly sad expression to look at. Through her eyes it was like a 8mm film suddenly had been severed. She lay there looking blankly as she felt her life slipping away.

The creature shook worse now, he didn’t mean to pull the trigger. It just happened and now he stood stunned as he looked at the lifeless heap opposite of him. Her eyes were wide with shock and he couldn’t look anywhere but directly into them. The rage was snuffed out just as her life had been. All that was left was a cold vacuum in his ribcage. He didn’t want to do it but he couldn’t stop himself. The monsters he had locked away had found her and made her open him up. They wouldn’t leave him alone so he had to do it. He had to stop them but killing her didn’t stop them. Even as he stood there he could hear them whispering in the shadows. They were never going to go away and he just got rid of the one who eased the pain.  

    The warm wetness of her blood and brain seeping out of the back of her head was all her body felt. She watched him as he cried and cocked the pistol a second time. The barrel was placed in his mouth like he used to place his flesh in hers. She know how such things end, an explosion and a sticky mess in one’s hair. His brain matter plastered the wall behind him, bits of it were red and others were black. The creature’s corpse dropped dead on the floor. If she could have screamed she would have but as she tried her body simply didn’t react.

    Alone in the room now with the deformed corpse of her lover, she lay lifeless on the bed. She felt the the mattress saturate with blood yet she did not fade from consciousness. What now? Her mind raced with thoughts. If she wasn’t going to die, how could she go on living. The torture she did to him can only be done and felt once in a lifetime. If she were to survive she wouldn’t be able to feel the rush a second time, you can never reach the first high ever again. No matter how long you chase it, it will never come. How could an addict go on when they crave a drug that they can’t have no matter how hard they try to get it?

Author's Note

This is not my own story, I rewrote a story by my aunt Jennifer Hazen Buss. It was meant to be a training exercise to improve my writing skills and it turned out to be quite nice in my opinion so I felt like sharing. The story and concept were hers so I can not take credit for the strength of the content. I do welcome feed back though, if there's any way that the writing can be improved please feel free to elaborate. Thank you
- Robin (DeadWolf)