Believing in Myself
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Category:
Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
30
Views:
1,480
Reviews:
23
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 1- Early Nightmares
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Chapter 1
No… no! Father!!!
John shot up from his bed and looked around. He was wrapped in a cold sweat, his eyes having a troubled, haunted look. Standing up he walked over to the bathroom and looked himself over in the mirror. He faced his reflection, and pushed some of the hair blocking his sea-green eyes. His cheeks seemed to be a bit hollow, from restless nights. His body, lean and muscular from hard work, was covered in sweat.
"Damn… not again."
This is was third night in a row he had woken from a nightmare, unable to sleep. And every time it was the same. A burning building… shouting and a cry… a desperate cry for a person long gone. He screwed his face up and splashed some water on himself to ease the troubles away. He knew he wouldn't sleep well for the rest of the night. But he had a hard day's work tomorrow and needed the rest. He walked back to bed and lad down.
He dreamed no more dreams that night.
The next morning passed by slowly. Sweat dripped from the tips of his rather long black hair. He wanted to cut it some, but never found time to. Not that he cared nowadays. He worked in the fields straight through lunch, and only when he heard a rumbling in his stomach, did he stop for a break. His white shirt was sticking to his skin but he didn’t care about that. Going inside to shelter himself from the heat, John poured himself a glass of water and drank it all quickly before getting another one. The past few days have been like this. Work, rest, work, sleep, all becoming a pattern he was starting to hate. And while many of his fellow neighbors had sympathized with him, he found they were becoming cold and distant. And he had a bad feeling why.
Sometimes at night he could feel it… the sickening feeling of being watched. He thought demons were watching him sleep. He didn't like to admit to it, but he wondered all the more what the connection was and if it had anything to do with his father. But if he had his suspicions, he was quiet about it, and never spoke to anyone. Not that many people came to visit him.
That night, he went to sleep and dreamed again. That same dream… always the same…
"Father! Father, answer me!"
"Come out of there! Hurry the place will collapse!"
"No! My father is in here somewhere! We have to help him!"
But they never listened. The dragged him out, as he screamed and cursed, wishing they'd let go. If only he could break free, get back, there might still be a chance…
The roof collapsed.
"No! NO! FATHER!!!"
John tossed and turned wishing for the dream to end. He was sweating now, and a thin line of sweat could be seen on his forehead. But the dream continued on.
A bright light… something moving toward them. Shouts were heard, but suddenly, they became deaf to his ears. All that mattered was the light and what he saw in it. A person, someone walking to him. He found he could move again. He walked over to the person, the people unchanged, as though he vanished completely from their sight. He continued walking, getting closer, covering his eyes to shield himself.
"…Mother?"
A light prodding to his side caused a groan to emit from John, as he tried to swat away whatever it was that was bothering him. However the prodding continued. Who was up at this time of night? Was it… Suddenly, he didn't want to open his eyes, afraid of what he might see. But gathering his courage, he eased them open gently, adjusting to the pitch black of night.
He looked up into the most beautiful amber eyes he had ever seen.
Chapter 1
No… no! Father!!!
John shot up from his bed and looked around. He was wrapped in a cold sweat, his eyes having a troubled, haunted look. Standing up he walked over to the bathroom and looked himself over in the mirror. He faced his reflection, and pushed some of the hair blocking his sea-green eyes. His cheeks seemed to be a bit hollow, from restless nights. His body, lean and muscular from hard work, was covered in sweat.
"Damn… not again."
This is was third night in a row he had woken from a nightmare, unable to sleep. And every time it was the same. A burning building… shouting and a cry… a desperate cry for a person long gone. He screwed his face up and splashed some water on himself to ease the troubles away. He knew he wouldn't sleep well for the rest of the night. But he had a hard day's work tomorrow and needed the rest. He walked back to bed and lad down.
He dreamed no more dreams that night.
The next morning passed by slowly. Sweat dripped from the tips of his rather long black hair. He wanted to cut it some, but never found time to. Not that he cared nowadays. He worked in the fields straight through lunch, and only when he heard a rumbling in his stomach, did he stop for a break. His white shirt was sticking to his skin but he didn’t care about that. Going inside to shelter himself from the heat, John poured himself a glass of water and drank it all quickly before getting another one. The past few days have been like this. Work, rest, work, sleep, all becoming a pattern he was starting to hate. And while many of his fellow neighbors had sympathized with him, he found they were becoming cold and distant. And he had a bad feeling why.
Sometimes at night he could feel it… the sickening feeling of being watched. He thought demons were watching him sleep. He didn't like to admit to it, but he wondered all the more what the connection was and if it had anything to do with his father. But if he had his suspicions, he was quiet about it, and never spoke to anyone. Not that many people came to visit him.
That night, he went to sleep and dreamed again. That same dream… always the same…
"Father! Father, answer me!"
"Come out of there! Hurry the place will collapse!"
"No! My father is in here somewhere! We have to help him!"
But they never listened. The dragged him out, as he screamed and cursed, wishing they'd let go. If only he could break free, get back, there might still be a chance…
The roof collapsed.
"No! NO! FATHER!!!"
John tossed and turned wishing for the dream to end. He was sweating now, and a thin line of sweat could be seen on his forehead. But the dream continued on.
A bright light… something moving toward them. Shouts were heard, but suddenly, they became deaf to his ears. All that mattered was the light and what he saw in it. A person, someone walking to him. He found he could move again. He walked over to the person, the people unchanged, as though he vanished completely from their sight. He continued walking, getting closer, covering his eyes to shield himself.
"…Mother?"
A light prodding to his side caused a groan to emit from John, as he tried to swat away whatever it was that was bothering him. However the prodding continued. Who was up at this time of night? Was it… Suddenly, he didn't want to open his eyes, afraid of what he might see. But gathering his courage, he eased them open gently, adjusting to the pitch black of night.
He looked up into the most beautiful amber eyes he had ever seen.