Technicolor Nightmare
(this isn't well done or proofread well, so don't judge me, it's just something floating around in my head)
She snuck in the side door, for her heart was not ready to see his face. The look of disappointment, the sadness, it was more than she could bear. Crawling under her warm comforter, she shivered hard, despite the heat, and shut her eyes to the darkness surrounding her. How would she escape this? There was no door that she could see, and yet, she knew the gravity of the situation, knew that she had to get out.
Her mind drifted into limbo, and the dreams began, those dreams she couldn't ignore, and couldn't remember. Tonight, it was an angel, singing a song with inaudible words to a crying infant pressed against his chest. The colors in the dream were crimson, pink, green - a technicolor nightmare that was bound to firmly secure the horror inside of her. Asleep at last, she fell deeper into the dream, and the angel stopped his song, dropping the baby to the ground, where it landed with a whimper. His eyes met hers, communicating a silent promise across the small but foreboding space. Ominous the space was, and growing more vast as the angel swooped away, hidden in the surrounding darkness. The darkness closed in around her, and she was caught up and lifted its embrace. The sound of a pounding heart, the sound she heard daily as she impregnated her veins with the poison she so craved, the poison that was disappointing him so.
Around her she heard the cries of a thousand souls, screaming in victory as she sunk further into the abyss that embraced her. Closing her eyes, she plead a silent apology, to him, to them, to the world. Her strength was dwindling, she didn't know how to go on as she was; she couldn't stand the disppointment, the regret, the sorrow she brought to him.
Last night, as she left the house, she kissed him goodbye, and he smiled at her softly, in a way only he knew how. Tears pricked her eyes, knowing that where she was going would simply bring more pain to the one she loved so, and walked out the front door, leaving him where he was, staring at her, silently beseeching her to stay there beside him. But she left. The urge was too great, she could resist no longer. Dropping the last of her paycheck into his rough hands, she took from him her ticket to hell, and placing it on her tongue, she felt her knees grow weak for a moment. Touching her hand to the bricks beside her, she steadied herself, gasping, and closing her eyes. Waiting - there it was - that feeling of apathy that relaxed her screaming, delusional mind, and shut out the voices inside of her.
Two months ago, when the souls who lived inside of her told her to terminate his life, she could no longer bear it. She went out to seek something to silence the commanders, and she found it in that beautiful crystal that held the key to their silence. She had no idea how bad it would get...
She woke up with a start, an hour, a day, several days, later. She didn't recall how much time had passed, had no way of knowing, and she cursed her lack of willpower, cursed giving in. It was time to face him, at last, but it may be too late, he may have finally left her after all this time.
She stood carefully, already shaking, already needing more. She inhaled deeply, stepping cautiously out of her room and looking out across the hall to where he slept. She saw his body lying there, and walked into his room carefully. "Darling," she whispered, but he ignored her plea, and tears formed in her eyes. It had been three days, she could tell, by the date on the news, always droning on in his room, to keep him company. His sadness for her was evident, his desire to leave had been imminent, and she feared that this was it, the final moment. He looked thin and frail lying there, and she wanted to touch him, but feared he may not allow it, may not recall who she was.
She walked slowly to where he was, and looked down at him. His face was stone grey, and his eyes shut tightly. Three days had passed; his sadness was overwhelming, her neglect was setting in. She screamed out uncontrollably, knowing what she had done, and lifted the beautiful infant from his crib, caressing him against her. His body was hard and cold, and his disappointment was realized. She screamed to the heavens, falling to the floor, and swallowing the last of the nightmare she possessed in a small bag in her pocket. As she drifted back into the darkness, this time a permanent darkness surrounding her, she knew what the dreams meant, and she knew that she would not be joining him where he was, where the angels swept him up, and held him in their songs.