Prologue

Opening my eyes the hellish landscape presents itself to me, the sky the color of bloodied stained steel, colors varying from a pale pink to a deep grey, wounds of red filling random portions of the sky. The seat that I sit in feels cold, unearthly and malicious.  My hands feel as if they were burning, I look downward, the first thing to catch my attention are my hands, flesh carved from the bone, the blood clinging to the remaining bone I lift one up, even without muscle, the hand reacts and moves, the bones whittled down to a point on every end, revealing the white from under the bone- Both of my hands feel like they are on fire despite the lack of nerves. I look up, the first thing I see is the face of my mother, an eye drooping down onto her cheek, replaced by a large steel spike jutting through it, her mouth was hung open, frozen as if she was screaming, her other eye appeared to be crying. I try to look away but notice next to her my father, the man crucified in a fashion similar to my mother, a spike from the ground piercing him from his rear up through his skull and forehead, another spike through his forearm, through his flesh all the way to the other forearm forming the cross shape. My mind races with panic, I try to no avail to escape the horrific images, I look away, only to see the image of my best friend Stacy, stripped nude, impaled back first onto a pike, she lay horizontal, her arms dangling, mangled and bloodied, flesh ripped from her bone, hanging, left to rot. 

Another attempt to escape this vision, I look away again, my mind racing, screaming, yelling to get out, I get out of my seat and dash forward paranoid, I try and force myself not to look behind me in fear of what else I may see, but I fail, I look backward to make sure that noting is chasing me, I see the throne in which I was sitting, my eyes water as I see the mound of flesh, bone, and bile, the throne towers high, the arm rest  with skulls on the end, blood pouring from the eyes, the actual seat and backrest a crimson velvet cloth, stained in some spots darker than the rest, the back of the throne towering upward with more flesh bile and bone in a large rectangle shape, over top of it, a large horned skull with three eye sockets rests, wearing a grieving bride's veil. In the throne sits a shadow of myself, looking up to his left at a black cloaked figure, placing their hand on my shadow's shoulder, The figure's hand is a clear white bone, in the character's other hand is a large scythe, the figure is death, and his posture is fatherly, my shadow is smiling. I try one more time to look away, looking forward, I notice all to late that I'm racing towards a cliff, unable to stop, I throw myself off, looking down as I see several proportional  beasts, demons, titans, trolls and goblins, all yelling hungrily for my flesh, I cover my face with my arms with a face, I feel suffocated by the falling winds.
I jolt awake, my eyes soaked with tears, my body covered in sweat, I look out my window to see that it is still dark, then to my clock. It's midnight, I had woken up from another nightmare just an hour before, I reach for my journal, I write: 

10/13

This is my second nightmare tonight, and it surely will not be the last. This one was much worse than the last, I need a friend now more than I ever have before... This is how it went. (...) I'm going to call Stacy, maybe she can give me some advice.