Eternal beauty tonight, all seems blue and forgotten
The memories are long gone...
All but one remain.....
Walking to his left, upstairs, and into his room, Mark thought of the entity he saw inside the dream. But every time he thinks or even mentions its appearance, the nightmare of his family dying haunts his soul, showing no hope to even decipher these horrifying events.
Opening the door, he was greeted with yet another horror.....
His sister, dangling herself along with a black figure distorting his house, millions of screams flood his ears, as the face emerges yet again telling him to "WAKE UP!". But as he woke up, the sight of his family appears again, in his eyes, as they all murder each other. Crackling noises grew louder and louder as his memories all faded into one incoherent noise of pure distortion and terror.
The feeling of pure rupture hurts his head as he screams trying to get rid of them.
Memories about the tournament grew worse as he saw their faces blacked out and began to distort, finding no coherent memory. Each face then made a laughing noise, getting worse and worse as the laughter grew contorted and horrible with one of them having no melody, no coherent message to entail him- all but horror exist.
He cannot think of anything anymore, having no memory of what had even happened.
Deformity, a feeling of walking down the road as memories of the past flash before his eyes. Each memory, burning and appearing in front of him, trying to forget them, but instead, he remembers them more. With every memory comes the terrifying horrors of his mind, each getting darker than the rest.
All he wants is to remember...
All he wants to go to sleep.....
Hitherto his ignorance brought death to ensure his punishment...
He feels nothing...
He feels like he is already dead.....
Visions of the void itself appear right in his eyes...
The End, glaring at him with intent.....
Only to cut off into a dead silence...
A moment of clarity...
Before diving deep into his eerie realm.....
Descending upon his past, his body is consumed by the abysmal nostalgia that he tries to keep holding onto. Faster and faster, the eyes of the end began staring at him- each vision flashing before his very eyes- facing death face-to-face.
He wakes up in his bedroom, not knowing what had happened...
Mark looks over to the clock at his right, displaying 1:11 AM. He is sweating, not understanding what he has just seen or even felt. "Was the death of my mother real? Was the graduation a dream as well?" said Mark, whispering to himself and questioning his sanity.
He checks and touches his bed, trying to feel if something is wrong, but they are all real; Her death did happen, and his graduating from college was real too. Were the visions he saw just his PTSD kicking back in? Or was the figure he had seen simply became a product of his hubris?
His psychiatrist diagnosed him with PTSD when he was just at the age of 17, which did not worry him, not until his father and mother died all in the same year as he was about to graduate. And just after his mother's death, all things went downhill; most of his classmates took suicide, whilst most of them were murdered without the reason or knowledge, why they were killed.
The fear of the unknown, a fear that humans have had over the ages. This became a self-defense mechanism produced by the brain's amygdala- responsible for regulating emotions, such as fear and aggression. It, too, is involved in tying emotional meaning to our memories, reward processing, and decision-making.
It is natural and common logic for a human to feel fear, many have been able to determine if there is a threat or not just by basing on it. Although this fear may have killed countless lives, it serves as a lesson for others to avoid.
However, they are simply delaying the inevitable. A light outside of Mark's house glows brightly as a stone portal emerges from the ground, causing a mild earthquake throughout his subdivision. It shocked Mark the most as he was experiencing past traumatic events, hiding under his blanket to comfort himself.
But no one was there, it was all his imagination.......
Or was there?
There truly was no one in his room. Only Mark resides there, scared and confused about what is real or not; Only the silence grew louder and louder, as he began to grab a Sertraline drug used to relieve anxiety problems. He opens his bed compartment, which dispenses a paper cup, and reaches over to the water tap near his bed table, still afraid of what creature resides in his household.
He drinks the drug and begins to slowly fall asleep. Not dreaming of anything at all, as the void wraps its abysmal arms around him, telling him to calm down. What happened was simply his brain misunderstanding the body's current situation, causing him to misinterpret the mysterious figure's yell to "WAKE UP," as it was simply telling him to fight- to just accept reality and go on with whatever he may cross paths with.
These were never the words of dominance and fear.......
They were the message of someone trying to lend a hand......
The light of eternal beauty, but is mistaken as something blue and is instead forgotten.