That dream.
The dream I've had every night for the past two months; it's scaring me too much. I feel like it's an omen. I can't stand it, going to sleep and having to replay it again and again.
It always starts out the same.
I open my eyes to find my left arm is chained to a wall. I'm in a white bridal dress. The room in itself is weird enough; I can see my friends' bodies, corpses of original characters both mine and others that I've heard of (Emma's, Cat's, etc). The room is ovalshaped, with black marble for both flooring and walls. In the dead middle of the room is a long iron-wrought spiral staircase going up. The walls seem to stretch upward for miles and miles; all there is above my head is darkness. Strangely enough, the part where the corpses and I are are lit brightly.
Each of the bodies are a pale grey. All of them are chained up in the same fashion that I am: left arm, wearing things you might expect at a wedding or banquet. After a few moments, I hear footsteps. Whoever is making the sounds isn't in a hurry. Of course, this combined with the silence and the bodies around me make me panic; I try to get my hand out of my bonds, but nothing works.
Finally, the person is standing about three yards away from me. Turns out that it's Kyle, dressed in a groom's tuxedo. Of course, this only adds to my panicked state. Out of all people, I don't want to see him. He has that grin on his face, the one he wore when he did all of that shit to me. I can't look away; I'm too scared to do anything. I can barely think, let alone do anything else. From his jacket pocket he pulls out a pistol. I hear something move beside me; looking away from my supposed captor I see that the person to my right is still alive. It's a guy. Of course, he isn't alive for long- a bullet goes straight into his skull, the force of it sending him backwards into the wall. I see the face of the man he shot.
The one shot was Kyle.
I look to the assailant. Instead of Kyle in the tuxedo, it's Emma in the same model of bridal dress I was wearing. But her expression- it's exactly the same as Kyle's- that grin. I can't do anything as she raises the gun, aims at my face.
I hear a gunshot and I wake up.
I honestly have no idea what this means. It's been bothering me for too long.
It always starts out the same.
I open my eyes to find my left arm is chained to a wall. I'm in a white bridal dress. The room in itself is weird enough; I can see my friends' bodies, corpses of original characters both mine and others that I've heard of (Emma's, Cat's, etc). The room is ovalshaped, with black marble for both flooring and walls. In the dead middle of the room is a long iron-wrought spiral staircase going up. The walls seem to stretch upward for miles and miles; all there is above my head is darkness. Strangely enough, the part where the corpses and I are are lit brightly.
Each of the bodies are a pale grey. All of them are chained up in the same fashion that I am: left arm, wearing things you might expect at a wedding or banquet. After a few moments, I hear footsteps. Whoever is making the sounds isn't in a hurry. Of course, this combined with the silence and the bodies around me make me panic; I try to get my hand out of my bonds, but nothing works.
Finally, the person is standing about three yards away from me. Turns out that it's Kyle, dressed in a groom's tuxedo. Of course, this only adds to my panicked state. Out of all people, I don't want to see him. He has that grin on his face, the one he wore when he did all of that shit to me. I can't look away; I'm too scared to do anything. I can barely think, let alone do anything else. From his jacket pocket he pulls out a pistol. I hear something move beside me; looking away from my supposed captor I see that the person to my right is still alive. It's a guy. Of course, he isn't alive for long- a bullet goes straight into his skull, the force of it sending him backwards into the wall. I see the face of the man he shot.
The one shot was Kyle.
I look to the assailant. Instead of Kyle in the tuxedo, it's Emma in the same model of bridal dress I was wearing. But her expression- it's exactly the same as Kyle's- that grin. I can't do anything as she raises the gun, aims at my face.
I hear a gunshot and I wake up.
I honestly have no idea what this means. It's been bothering me for too long.