THE NEVER-ENDING CYCLE OF TERROR

There is a dream, more like a nightmare and it never leaves me. Every second it plays in front of my eyes and I can’t stop it, it runs its course and leaves me in utter fear. I need to be stronger, I have chased strength my whole life and I am still chasing it. It doesn’t matter where we are, she dies. She always dies and I am right there, failing the person that I can’t stay without. The thing that hurts the most is that I do everything right and still lose her.

A normal day at University, classes, boredom, and love. The knowledge just sits better in the brain if the person you love is right beside you. She gets a call, her mom tells her that they liked me and my family. I can feel the happiness whenever that happens, whenever is see it in that “dream” and every time I feel like I will be able to stop whatever happens next. We go out the gate, this completely dark and void of life entity comes. I see it, I cover her, he shoots at us 6 times and I take all of them. I feel relieved that I kept her safe, I look at her and there she is choking on her blood, the bullets went through me and she died. No last words, no kiss, just death, and pain. For all the strength I built, I couldn’t even save her, there is no happy ending here, just pure blatant pain. When I am finally able to breathe again and realize that I haven’t lost her, just one word puts life into perspective.

Yet.