Letters from my Darkest Angel

"There's a dark room, with a little boy trying to sleep in the corner," I began, just like the man had asked me to, "but it's not really a room. There's soil everywhere on the ground. And the boy," I paused, remembering the dream at this point, "his eyes were at one singular place on the floor. Right in front of me."

The man seemed intrigued, writing everything down that I was saying in the notepad in front of him, "Then something, I can't really explain what, maybe a hand, maybe a wing, I don't know, burst out from the soil. It was twitching, as if it hadn't felt fresh air in decades. Then the scenario changes."

"The little boy, now he's crouching in the back of an ally. His back is to me this, and I can see him, sense him, shivering. When I look down at myself, I'm covered in blood. But by how steady I am, not dizzy, not really anything, I know it's not mine." I paused again, watching the man's hand scribble down more notes.

"In a way, though, it makes things worse." He, this time, glanced up at me, "Every time I think it's come from the little boy, mainly because there's these holes in his shirt, on his back, I can tell there are gigantic holes in his back too. But there's no more bleeding."

He nods for me to continue, but I can't bring myself to. I refuse. So I just sit there, watching as he writes more down before finally speaking. "And you, you have this nightmare a lot?" I shrugged, and he scribbled that down too. "I know it's longer than that, you just refuse to tell me it all, correct?"

I nod, like he had earlier. "I do, it gets more complicated and, I just, I hate talking about the rest. And the end, I hate talking about the ending the most," I mumbled the last bit, but he nodded again and scribbled it all down. I caught myself leaning forward slightly, being able to get a glimpse at his notes before he closed the notepad.

I groaned and sat back up, straightening my back. "You'll have to tell me one day, Elvira." He stood up and motioned for me to stay seated before leaving the room. From the way he made sure the door was closed tightly, I knew he was talking to my parents. I sighed and rested my head on the back of his overly-comfy red couch, closing my eyes.

But, as soon as I'd closed them, they shot back open. I'd seen it again, the picture of the little boy crouching over in that corner, his shirt and back with giant gashes in it, blood covering myself from head to toe. I shivered and looked around, nothing here was knew. I'd known from my numerous visits that he didn't move much around, or buy anything knew. Everything was so plain also, pictures of he and his family in red picture frames, a red bookshelf containing every boring book known to man. There was more, but due to all the read, it got boring pretty quick in here.

There was shuffling by the door for a moment, and I could see through the splittery glass window that three figures stood behind it. Probably my two parents, and Dr. Samuelson, or, as he wanted me to call him, Fred. But, like telling him about everything, I refused.

"Elvira," Dr. Samuelson said, opening the door. I stood up immediately and walked through it, meeting the faces of my fathers. Yes, I have two gay parents. And they're both great parents, no reason to discriminate. "I'll see you next week then."

"Bye Fred," Kenan, one of my two parents, smiled at him, although it looked forced, and started to exit, with an arm around my shoulders. From what some people would think, we'd look like we were dating, considering I was seventeen, and Kenan was twenty seven, but had the face of a eighteen year old.

Peter, my other father, waved back at the doctor and left with us, a depressed look on his face. Of course, I was the reason why. I sighed and pulled Peter to my other side, giving him a side hug. He was the one who babied me the most, got me everything I wanted, and made sure everything was always perfect for me. So I knew he'd worry a lot more than Kenan by now.

"Let's get KFC, everyone up for it?" Kenan asked, trying to lighten up the mood. I eagerly nodded, forcing a smile that read I'm-Okay-So-You-Should-Be-Too on my face, so Peter nodded along with me.

"Sounds good, as long as we get Elvira some of their Mac & Cheese," I rolled my eyes at him, but didn't suppress my smile this time, and it was genuine. He always knew a way to cheer me up after these stupid visits. A few times, he didn't even make me come, mainly becomes I'd complain that they weren't helping and that I thought Dr. Samuelson was a rapist.

Eventually, my thoughts were proven wrong so now I was back to visiting once a week. At least it wasn't three times a week like it used to be.

But it was true, these visits weren't helping my issue with my nightmare. I had it often, and it was always completely the same. I had it memorized by now. But, only about four weeks ago did I start to always see the image of the little boy crouching down in the corner.

But, being me, this was all normal. I didn't let it bother me too much. It was creepy, yea, but it's not like it was real. Although, I hated it so much for a while, because the doctor had first said it could be a sign of bad parenting. So, for that while, I'd pretended I'd stopped having it until I ended up falling asleep in the waiting room and waking up, gagging and sweaty.

I sighed, just remembering that day. It was the last day I was supposed to go in, and I just had to ruin that by ending up falling asleep. Although in my defense I hadn't slept any of the night before, not because of the nightmare, but because of a paper I had to finish for my Biology teacher.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I got into our car, just in time too. Because only seconds later did rain start to hit everything outside. I chuckled as Kenan ran to the car doors, followed by Peter, and hopped inside. I'll just stick with they're slow.

As we were pulling out of the lot, making a right on the way to KFC, I noticed something above us. My head immediately snapped up, just as my seat belt clicked into place too, and I saw a silhouetted figure in the clouds. I couldn't make out much, just that it seemed to have wings, and possibly was a guy. Shaking my head slightly, and blinking a few times, I looked up again to see it, whatever it was, had disappeared.

Probably just a side affect of the nightmares and medicine, I thought to myself, I probably saw a bird and morphed it into something else in my head.

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