Tragic the Way People Pass Her By

“Zach!” I shrieked. My head was throbbing, and I was back in the small, stale room. There were pools of blood on the floor, it’s deep red color seemed luminescent in the darkness. Suddenly, the door opened. He was back.

“Don’t try to run, sweetie. I’m not going to hurt you,” he hissed through his yellow teeth. He shut the door behind him, and started creeping towards me. In a desperate attempt in getting away, I shrunk back into the corner. I started crying. He was getting closer.

“No!” I sobbed. “Get away from me!” He reached out, and grabbed my arm. He dragged me to the center of the small room.

“Get ready! You’re in for a wild ride!” he cackled.

Instantly, I woke up. My heart was racing. My entire body was covered in a layer of sweat. Quickly, my eyes adjusted to the darkness. I looked at the clock. Three twenty-seven. I sighed, and flopped back down onto my large bed.

He has been haunting my dreams. Every. Single. Night. They never found him. After Zach found me all those years ago, my case kept getting lower, and lower on their priority list until it vanished completely.

I got out of bed. There was no point in trying to go back to sleep. I never could after this dream. It was one of the worst ones. It felt real.

I turned on my bedside lamp, and grabbed my laptop off my night stand.

Logging onto Twitter, I saw Zach was going on one of his many tweet sprees. I scrolled through his replied to fans until I saw one that make me stop.

“Can’t sleep. Bad Dreams. Let’s chat?”

Could he have been dreaming about me? Probably not. Then again, thousands of people can’t sleep every night. Why would he be dreaming about me?

I scrolled back up, and started a new tweet.

“Can’t sleep. Bad Dreams. Again.”

Zach wasn’t following this account. I had made it after I left him, so there were no connections between us. On my old account, of course he followed it. But that was the past, and I never go on there anymore.

I plugged my headphones into my laptop, and started listening to music. I let my mind wander.

I thought of everything. How much I missed traveling. How I missed music.

Since it all happened, I quit playing my instruments. It hurt too much. If I never started, it never would have happened to me. It’s better this way.

I refreshed Twitter. Zach’s replies filled up my Timeline. I quickly scrolled through them, pausing slightly to read them all.

Again, one caught me off guard.

“No, I am not dating Lexie. She is a close friend, whom I enjoy spending my time with. I’ve only been in love with one girl.”