I could hear someone screaming for help. For a second, I was confused . The screaming was indistinct…but somehow it was familiar.
It came to my mind that this had happened before.
The who, when, where, and why was forgotten.
I tried to run towards the screaming, but it was hopeless. I felt senseless and lost. Darkness was everywhere.
The screaming got louder.
Either it had gotten louder, or I had gotten closer. It was hard to tell which had happened.
Suddenly I realized that I knew who was screaming, and what they were saying.
“Why didn’t you help me? I didn’t have to die! I don’t need to suffer now! Don’t try to run away,” a voice said.
For another moment, I was confused again. Was he yelling at me? But of course… he was yelling at his victim…my mother.
I stood their, trying not to cry… and he turned towards me. He didn’t see me, but I saw his horrifying face. I screamed….
And woke up.
That keeps happening ever since my mom died.