The nightmare

Carrie

For the first time in my life, I had a nightmare.

It wouldn’t have bothered me so much but I kept seeing the same thing over and over. And it tortured my soul so much that after a lengthy loop of the nightmare, I forced myself to come back to reality.

But then, aren’t nightmares a figment of reality?

When my eyes forcefully snapped open, I could still see the gruesome sight that haunted me out of my sleep. I closed my eyes and opened them again but I could still see the way blood flowed down my thighs. I could still see the pain etched on my face as I stretched my hand for help because I didn’t want to lose the soul inside me.

And I saw the way people that passed by me failed to spare me a glance talk less offer to help me out of my misery.

I heaved a deep sigh and hugged my stomach.

My baby will be fine, right?

Aside from the fact that the nightmare showed me that I am truly alone in this world, the way I easily lost my baby in the nightmare reminded me of Rachel’s words of co