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My Nightmare: A Short Story

Updated on November 17, 2017
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Gasping, I jolt awake again from a nightmare. Sweating, shivering, tensing, I try to relax. I roll over to see the clock. Ugh, its three o'clock and I know I am going to be up for a while. This time it was bad. The imagines that have been haunting my dreams are getting more vivid, more violent.

I shudder when his warm skin curls around my body. I know he loves me, he wants to comfort me, but he does not know. I have never been able to bring myself to utter the words. A warm, husky voice coos in my ear, "Baby? You ok?"

Keeping my voice low and level I answer, "Yeah, just another bad dream that I don’t even remember." With a swift peck to my cheek, Mitch is snoring again in my ear. I sigh with relief at this annoying, but comforting sound.

All I want is for this to stop. Isn't bad enough that I lived it? Now I have to dream about it too?

I wait a few minutes, roll away from Mitch’s warm embrace, and turn the light on. I grab my pen and notebook from inside my nightstand. Flipping through, I realize how many nightmares I had actually had, 127 to be exact, the same amount of days since it happened. It was terrible; It could not be named, spoken, or believed. But, It could be written and dreamed.

Every night since It happened I have written down my nightmares, recalling every terrible detail. The smells, the tastes, the pains, the sounds, every last gory detail. Usually I silently cried, letting my tears wash over the pages, salty exertions of the memory I wish I could delete.

Tonight it was so much worse. I write about the smells of his apricot shampoo and the coffee stains in his teeth. I write about the goose bumps covering my bare skin and the feeling of the cold, slick tile. I write about the pain as my eye swollen shut and what made the black and blue marks. I pause to trace where the bruising once shown, having to lie and say I clumsily fell and hit my eye on my desk at work. My face is drenched.

Suddenly, I am brought back to the present, ripped from my ghastly mind by stirring. Before I have time to react, Mitch's eye are fixed on mine, locked in and confusion is spreading over his face. "Babe, what's going on?"

My trembling hands drop my journal and cling to my gasping chest. Without hesitation I can feel his warm body pressing up against mine, rocking me gently, his lips pressed against my forehead. "It's ok," He breathed into me, "Please talk to me."

I choke, realizing that I have not been able to breath. My mind races through all of the harsh words that are going to come, all of the reluctant reality that I will have to give, all of the shame I will have to share. I clench my eyes closed, rip my hand from my chest and grasp my journal. Without allowing my mind to change the decision, I quickly shove the journal into my lover's body.

It only takes a few moments of Mitch reading before tears are streaming down his face. I know the words he is gazing at by heart, January 23, 2005: I was working late tonight when He came into my office and locked the door. I was so scared, so cold, so betrayed.

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      John Hansen 24 months ago from Queensland Australia

      Great story, but the video doesn't work.

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      Robert Sacchi 2 years ago

      It could be my computer but the video doesn't seem to work.

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      Robert Sacchi 2 years ago

      Intense.

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      Lesleysherwood 4 years ago

      This was so moving and real. I'm sure that there are people, actually I know there are people out there relating to this, living this nightmare. You told this tale and to me it seemed non-fiction.

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      Kristen Mazzola 4 years ago from South Florida

      I get the comments no matter where they are left :) so where ever you want to comment is welcomed warmly with many thanks!

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      J.Ramirez 4 years ago

      You're welcome! I see you have several sites. Should I come here or wordpress to read/post comments or do they all end up at the same place? lol i think you told someone where to go but I forget...sorry

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      Kristen Mazzola 4 years ago from South Florida

      Thanks for dropping by and reading my little short...I don't have a journal either but sometimes I feel like it would be a good outlet if I couldn't get the emotions out through my poetry! I am honored that you liked it enough to read it twice!

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      J. Ramirez 4 years ago

      This short story had me going right from the beginning. It was intense and emotional! I actually read it twice b/c it was that good :) I don't own a journal, but like you, use poetry to get things off my chest.....

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      Kristen Mazzola 4 years ago from South Florida

      Thank you so much for your wonderful comment and for taking the time to read my stuff!

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      Mohan Kumar 4 years ago from UK

      Raw, emotional and highly evocative. your writing conveys the nightmares and the baggage of guilt and uncertainty so well. Well done.

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      Kristen Mazzola 4 years ago from South Florida

      Little Miss Lyz, Thank you so much! :) You're very sweet and I agree, my bed is very comforting and that helps me open up!

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      Lyz B. 4 years ago from Vermont

      I find things easier to talk about when in bed don't know why :-]

      From now on I will read your stories! You're a graceful writer

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      Kristen Mazzola 4 years ago from South Florida

      Thank you so much my dear!

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      Dayna R 4 years ago

      Love it! beautifully written!

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      Kristen Mazzola 4 years ago from South Florida

      Thank you for the complinment, sharing and voting :)

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      Shannon Anders 4 years ago from Port Huron, Michigan

      really great job conveying the pain in the piece. Well done, voted up and sharing :)

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      Kristen Mazzola 4 years ago from South Florida

      Embarrett91, Thank you so much for reading and commenting on my writing. That was the message I was looking to convey, so I am glad others agree with the outcome. =)

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      Erika 4 years ago

      Very well written. I feel so sad for the woman, but I am glad she gave her lover the journal because just like Becky said, letting someone know is the way to heal, and a way to save yourself! I am looking forward to reading more when it comes.

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      Kristen Mazzola 4 years ago from South Florida

      Thank you for reading it and I'm glad you enjoyed the story! There will be more to come!

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      lawsonsotherdog 4 years ago

      Add Your C

      powerful, powerful story had me glued, don't want to go in to deep for that's the writer domain

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      Kristen Mazzola 4 years ago from South Florida

      Jesse, Thank you for stopping by and reading my story! I'm glad you enjoyed it and agree that getting out emotion is so important...I am a huge advocate for not holding in negative energy!

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      Jesse Hackshaw 4 years ago

      i agree with becky and khmazz, ok what I'm trying to say is we can let people know how we feel by a number of ways and this my friend is a "beautiful" way :) (the writing I mean) loved it

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      Kristen Mazzola 4 years ago from South Florida

      I agree, but sometimes words cannot form, that is where writing can be a nice alternative...Thank you! And thank you for reading!

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      Becky Katz 4 years ago from Hereford, AZ

      Letting someone know is the only way to heal from something like this. Well written story.