all i feel is heat. im grappling about trying to find my bearings.
the scene changes. the focus isnt me. im just a bystander watching.
theres someone lying there. i cant see whom it is.
a sudden burst of light. the dark figure is surrounded by flames. all i see is fire spreading. i still cant see his face. hes writhing in pain. im watching as his mouth opens to scream. there isnt a sound. the silence becomes anger. i feel it in the air. this figure, he becomes more upset as the flames continue to lick his perspiring body and face.
the air becomes more intense with a rage i cannot understand. as the flames grow angrier, it plays shadows across his face.
the first thing i notice is the creases on his forehead.
the flames continue to reveal each feature; slowly, menacingly.
every detail is familiar, yet i still cant place the name.
theres another figure. its a shadow. its not human.
it starts as a ball but then it starts to grow.
the first figure turns his head sharply.
hes staring right at me, his eyes pleading me to do something. hes looking right at me, but only his eyes appear real to me.
i stand there, unable to move. that pleading look changes. its annoyance and resentment.
he opens his mouth to say something.
instead a sudden look of pain and anguish flashes across his eyes and a scream is finally heard.
it jolts me, i start crying,
the scream, it emanates a dozen different kinds of suffering all at once. it doesnt stop. it becomes shrill and sharp and i feel my heart begin to pound.
i finally noticed the cause.
the other shadow. this shadow has taken the shape of a dog. there are no details, yet it could only be a dog. there is no real indications of this, yet you will know that there is nothing else that it can possibly be.
it has latched itself on his leg. biting into it with full force, the flames are beginning to douse off as blood seeps and flows in a dark velvet pool around the both of them.
the man, he turns to me again. once again pleading for help.
my heart feels heavy and i try to go closer but something is holding me firmly by my hands and feet. im bound. i struggle to get free and then a voice sympathetic and strange starts talking to me.
“theres nothing you can do my dear. he did this himself. he has to see what he has done to himself. feel the destruction of his uncontrollable emotions. be still.”
the flames begin to reappear.
and as it starts its dance, the scream becomes sharper and finally mute.
and then the crushing sound of bones breaking.
i shut my eyes and turn away. except i can still see it happening.
the dog, it bites harder and harder as the mans creases gets deeper and the flames become stronger.
his blood, is glistering in the light play of the flames. i feel something touch me.
i open my eyes and i look down.
the dark sticky liquid is rising. it has finally reached me. i feel myself sink unable to move away from the foul smelling scent of burning rotting flesh and the overpowering smell of blood stings even as i choke on my confusion of tears.
another scream is heard again,
different this time.
and in that split moment, the shadows on his face finally disappear.
i know him.
i know him so well.
and then my eyes fly open and im staring at the ceiling.
my heart continues to pound and my mouth is open as if im the one whos about to scream.
it was so vivid.
i notice that im panting.