One second, two seconds, three

This is based on a night terror I experienced, except I woke up to be the one screaming. Story is wrote from a first person point of view of a husband, from the opposite gender's perspective

I’m laying with my chest to the ceiling. There’s slight pressure on my back�" a loving touch, holding me, protecting me. I’m in a daze, mind blank. I turn my head to the left with anticipation. Such a slow turn. One second...two...three. I’m groggy, weak. I don’t want to move�"it takes all my effort. One dazed motion acted without purpose�"pure instinct. One second. Slam. Was that a door perhaps? Two seconds. Shuffling. I know that sound. Pants! It’s pants rubbing together, running. Who is running? Three seconds.

“Wha-” At least I think I started to say what. Like, what are you doing here- or maybe I said who. It doesn’t matter now. Neither words made it past my lips before the pain.

Oh god, the pain. Piercing. I could feel the stab. Flailing my arms. If only I could see.

It’s like I’ve never felt pain before. It’s not like the first weekend we moved into the house and she wanted new cabinets. My fingers never looked the same. Hammering in those nails. Pound. One nail down. That damn loud noise. Pound. Two nails. Ouch! I hit my finger. The old cabinets looked fine to me. Pound. Three nails. Why do we need new cabinets? Pound. Four nails. Ouch! D****t, again! Nothing is ever good enough for her. She’ll just grow bored of them and want new ones. Pound. Five nails. How soon till she grows bored of me?

Stab! I can’t move my arm! Oh god. I can’t move my arm. If only I could see. I just need to sit up and get away. Screaming I hear screaming. So loud, so high pitched. That noise is deafening. Screaming it just goes on. That high pitched scream of a girl. Oh no. They’re stabbing her too. What do I do? If I could just see. That darkness.

Stab! I’m wet. No I’m soaking. It’s okay I don’t think it hurts anymore. How many stabs was that? Wait, why am I soaking. Blood. It’s got to be blood. I’m dying. But I still hear the screaming. Yes, just keep screaming. Someone will hear. Someone has to hear. Soaking. I’m drowning. I can’t breathe. It must be hours of this. Stab. Stab. Stab. No it’s just been a couple seconds.

There’s a hard deep grasp on my arm. Then more screaming. Oh god I can feel the pain again. Suddenly I can see. It’s not anymore. Someone is standing over me. No he’s going to stab again!

“It’s okay! It’s okay!” she screams out ripping me from my nightmares and back into reality. It’s okay I tell myself, It’s okay. I shake my head towards her, she backs away and gives me that look she always gives me�" the look when I awake her in the middle of the night from a nightmare. How dare I awake her from her precious sleep. Three seconds later and I’m fast asleep, just three seconds before I’m the victim all over again. I wonder what’s next. One second...two seconds.. three.

Reviews

[Pushkar Prabhat]

compelling read.............
crafted with command........i loved all use of numbers...........unique and awesome.
great narration......amazing story......
i loved it!!!
:)

[Sarah]

Thank you very much, I'm glad someone enjoyed it :)

[Pushkar Prabhat]

you are welcome..........!!! :) :)