My Nightmare

I could still hear his screams in my ear. His rude remarks about all the things I've done wrong today, and all the things I've done wrong in my entire life to bring me to this moment. His blue eyes stung like dry ice with every glance towards me. If looks could kill then I would know that today would be my last day here.

The louder he got, the less I could hear him. It's like suddenly all the sound around me was put on mute. I looked at him, desperate to make him stop but no noise came out and no movement was made. I was stuck in a daze, just standing there analyzing him. Feeling the anger radiating from his every word. The more I tried to focus on what he was saying, the more hazy everything became. Life around me seemed to just slow down. With every word that he screamed towards me, I could see the spit of his lips so clearly and the way his veins popped out on the side of his neck. Almost as if his entire body was just ready to explode in anger.

That's when I just started to laugh. I couldn't help myself, my body just burst out into hysterical laughter. I laughed so hard, that I felt the tears strolling down my face. Yet, it felt like the whole thing was happening outside of me. I was watching myself loose my breath from the deep laughter that just kept erupting out of me and at the same time I could see him. He stood there more angry than ever, but I could sense he was confused as to why I was not begging for his forgiveness. Instead, I laughed and I tried to catch my breath, or at least my body did as I watched it all happen before me. There's no better way to describe this, aside from simply losing my mind as my body went into autopilot.

This madness that took over me seemed to do what I initially wanted. He grabbed his phone, looked me over one more time dumbfounded by the situation, and slammed the door as he left. With that, just as quickly as the laughter began, it stopped; So abruptly that it felt unnatural. Then again, everything that happened in the last few minutes was bizarre and completely unlike me.

I stood there, trying to understand what had just occurred. Strangely enough, I felt like myself again. I glanced down at my body one more time, just to reassure myself that I wasn't going crazy, and then went to lock the door. This was the last straw and exactly what I needed. That man was not welcomed back into my life.

Six Month Later

"Good morning sweetheart, I made eggs and bacon. You want some?" John asked from the kitchen as he heard me walk down the stairs.

After my epiphany six months ago, I made a quick change to my life. I changed my attitude towards things, changed my job, and most importantly I changed the locks on my door. Surprisingly he never returned.

John was everything a woman could ever ask for. He had these big green eyes, almost as big as his heart, making every girl fall in love. Yet, I was lucky enough to have found him for myself. I walked over to him and gave him a good morning kiss. That sparkle in his eye seemed to get brighter as he smiled.

"Well you woke up in a good mood," he said.

"Always good when you're here babe." Which was true. I felt safe and secure when he was around, which unfortunately wasn't often. John lived about an hour and a half away and our schedules made it very difficult to be with each other. The days spent alone were my worst. Every morning I woke up in sweats terrified that the man from my nightmares would come back. Every where I would go, I would be paranoid to see him. The slightest chance of crashing into him made my stomach turn.

"I do have bad news hun." John replied.

"Oh no."

"I have to go away this weekend, so I wont be able to stop by until the following week."

My heart dropped at the thought of not being with John for almost two weeks. My senses went into full alert realizing that I would be in this house for two weeks alone.

"It's alright, I understand." I lied and placed a fake smile on my face, "I'm sure two weeks will fly by and we will be right here together before we know it."

"That's my girl." He put his strong arm around my waist and pulled me in for a kiss. I kissed him back, but all that was running through my head were my nightmares.

John left shortly after breakfast. He worked in the afternoons so time spent with him was short, and now the wait for him would be even longer. I kept myself busy with work and cleaning around the house. I went to the gym once in a while which I only started doing recently.

The days felt longer than ever without seeing John, so I called up one of my friends and decided to go for some drinks. Getting ready felt weird to me. I hadn't gone out for a long time, but I grabbed my purse and headed towards the door.

My hand held the doorknob as I stared straight into the eyes of the devil, and my nightmare.

"Where do you think you're going, beautiful?"

To be continued...