Post by DANTE RIESLING on Aug 13, 2011 10:27:39 GMT -5
Dante stood over an open coffin; his eyes full of tears a lump so large in his throat that he could barley breathe. Eli’s blonde hair was spread around her pale white skin, her eyes closed with just a perfect amount of makeup that made it look like she could just be sleeping. The dress she wore was high necked to cover the gash in her neck the killer had left, closing his eyes Dante stepped into a flashback, a man in all black and no face stood over her body, Dante had just walked into the room to pick her up for a date and he was there, the killer who had been taking one life at a time around the college campus had killed the love of his life. Frozen all Dante could do was stare at Eli’s body lying covered in blood on the floor and then vomit rushed up his throat out of his mouth and onto the floor, the murderer just stood and watched him, watched as Dante’s knees buckled and he hit the floor with a smash and then he was gone, it was like he had vanished into thin air leaving Dante alone feeling nothing but pain.
Sweating Dante sat bolt upright, his bed sheets fell loosely around his waist, he was panting, the feeling of loss was still fresh in his mind. Panicked he scrambled for the bed side lamp and turned it on. It took everything in him not to shake Eli awake and pull her into his arms, it was a dream it had all been a dream, his breathing began to slow and he rubbed his hands over his face his heart was still pounding and there was no way he was going to fall back to sleep now. Looking at his alarm clock he sighed, it was four a.m. he had four hours before he needed to be awake for lectures, slowing sliding out of bed he silently moved into his dorm kitchen switching the kettle to boil and throwing a tea bag into a large mug.
It took less than a minute for his water to boil and as he took his first sip of piping hot tea he sighed with relief, his heart had stopped pounding and he was safe and so was Eli. Nightmares were not un-common for Dante but he had never gotten used to them, taking another sip of tea he closed his eyes. Cold hands slithered across his stomach and Dante felt his heat race back into action a loud smash signalled his tea crashing to the floor, scolding water hitting his legs and feet, spinning around he nearly struck out before he realised Eli was standing a few feet away a look of horror on her face. “Im sorry!” Dante said lowering his fist “Im so sorry” he moved forward to take her in his arms his heart still pounding against his cheast.
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