Dreaming Death Of Life

There I lay. I lay inside myself, alone, in the dark. With my eyes closed tight and my mind wandering, I lie alone in the darkness. Though my legs are strangely under my sheet, I am running, running so far and so fast. Though my hands are woven in my hair, they are carrying a sick faded child as I run. Though my nose is under my sheet, I can smell the leaves of the forest. Though I am still, cold, and dead, in reality I am warm and very much alive. I’m still running in the forest.
My ears pick up a sound, louder it gets. Fear strikes my heart and the girl in my arms gets closer to death. I run faster hoping the sound will fade and be lost, sadly the horrifying growl grows louder.
“Stop running,” whispered the girl in my arms, “please let me down.” I stopped to let her down; I looked into her eyes as I placed my hand on her cheek.
“You’re so cold.” I said to her. She placed her hand on my cheek, and stared into my eyes. The same growl from before shatter the moment of solicitude between the girl and I. I felt scared for the both of us.
“We have to move, the creature will kill you if I don’t get you out of here,” I tell her. I try to lift her on my back, but she won’t move. I look at her to see why she remains still; I find out that the roots and vines of the forest have her bonded to the ground. I hear the growling of the beast grow louder; it’s near.
“Stay with me, please protect me,” she said to me. Her eyes stared into my soul. I leaned towards her; I kiss her cheek, cold and white as snow.
“I will give my life to see you stand,” I said. With those words my fear vanished. I stood ready, ready to protect the girl, ready to fight. I stare into the dark, and I saw bright brown eyes, strangely similar to mine. “Show yourself! Reveal your purpose!” I say to this being.

The creature comes out of hiding, the growling stopped, and this mysterious creature stepped into the moonlight. It’s a woman; she’s so beautiful and elegant. I wonder why she has been after the girl and me all this time. She speaks to me,
“I have no desire to harm, I must inform you of the child, Imani…,”
“Wait! That’s my middle name!” I say to the woman. The woman says to me,
“Yes, that girl is your spirit; this darkness that we stand in represents the pain and fears that you have from your past. Imani is dying because your pain and fears are slowly devouring her day by day. The only one way to save her from her death is to overcome the darkness of your past. If not, then Imani will surely die.”
I look at Imani, I crouch down beside her. I wipe away the tear from her eye. I ask her,
“What can I do to save you?” She answers,
“Give me your hand and close your eyes, then you will see the pain I feel.”
I grab her hand. I close my eyes. I hear screams. I feel someone on top of me. I feel great pain between my legs. I yell for help. No one answers me. I scream out my lungs because the pain between my legs is unbearable. A hand holds my mouth shut. I try to get up. I try to get away. I’m held down. A hand goes across my face. I look up to see who is doing this to me. I see the face of my mother’s past lover.
Imani calls out for me; I can’t get to her. I can’t move. This man of twisted evil is stealing my soul. This man is killing me; I don’t want to die like this. I can feel Imani fading away. I feel numb. Imani is gone. The forest disappears. Reality has taken back control.
Though I can feel great pain, I’m numb. Though I’m trying to fight this man, I have no strength left in me. Though I am alive and breathing, I am dead. The pain of my past is an everyday reminder of the betrayal from the man that I once saw as my father.