Chained

Most people have already read this on my MySpace or on DeviantArt, but I felt like posting it on here for no apparent reason.

Other than to share it with you guys of course.

This is somewhat in a story version. More or less you are the character and you're in the position that I am in when I have the dream.

It is a reoccurring dream I've had since I was about 7 or 8. It stopped around 12. Before it stopped, I was always in the hallway when I awoke.

Running.

When I was 15, it started up again and then what you just read is what started happening. I've never figured out what it is that I'm running from or what lies behind the door. I've also never escaped.

But maybe one night, more will be revealed.

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There's a dark room. Dark in the sense of light and dark in the sense of the feeling. There is no joy in this room. It feeds on your joy, taking it all away from you so that the only thing left for you to feel is sorrow and maybe even emptiness. In this room, you can feel chains. Perhaps it was once a prison. Or maybe it still is one. There's no way of knowing. Suddenly you realize your sitting in something wet. You move away from it. You can't tell what it is in such little of light. But it's not water. Too thick. A little sticky. And the stench. It smells... of death. Suddenly you realize what it is. Blood. There's so much blood. Is it from you? You can't tell. You're so dizzy now. A thought runs through your mind. There's nothing left to do but run. Run out of this room. Out of wherever you are. You don't know how you even got here in the first place but you want to leave. Standing up you realize you are chained. Is it to the wall? You feel around. Yes. You are chained to the wall. You pull with all your strength. Though it feels so little to you. Luckily the chain is weak. You break free. You see the door from flickering lights outside. Is it locked? Trying the door handle you find that it's not. But why? You don't question it for long. The feeling of having to escape is so strong now. You have to leave. Something is coming for you. You don't know what, but you don't want to find out either. Opening the door, you can see an empty grey hallway. You look back into the room for a moment. You muffle a scream. There is blood and the dead everywhere. You close the door. You can't bear to look any longer. Then you see a another door at the end of the hall. It's so far though, but you have to make it. So you begin to run. So close it is. Then you trip. There's pain surrounding you now. You hit your head pretty hard and now there are droplets of blood. Ignoring the pain you rise to your feet and begin running once again. You begin to tremble though. Is it the pain or is whatever coming for you getting close? You don't dare look back. You reach the door. And you grab the handle. But it all turns dark.