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DEADLY DREAMS

That night was like every other night since I had been there. I could hear the rain outside as it hammered against the building. The pattering against the soft grassy earth entranced me for hours. Though I tried to figure out if it was real or not. Sometimes I would hear rain when there was no rain. Either way I could only hear it.

There where no windows in my tiny hospital room. Only a small singles bed with tight hard sheets. I hated those sickly white bed sheets. They reeked of bleach and alcohol; and they where wrapped so tightly around the bed I could hardly get in and out without getting tangled in them.

Everything in this place was wrapped tightly. The ignorant doctors, the psychopathic psychologists, and the rude nurses. They where all wound so tightly sometimes I wondered if they where crazy ones instead of me.

I sat in the corner of my small white room. Everything was lit with that disgusting florescent light. That light was enough to annoy a person for hours. I could pick out every flaw on my pale flesh. My light blond arm hairs stood on end as I was enthralled with the idea of braking that damned light.

It was then that I could smell it... That scent that was enough to drive me wild with desire. It was the musky scent of a man mingled with the distant smell of death. As if whom ever this odor belonged to had just finished making love to a corpse. I could hear his foot steps on the cold tile floor... Steady and strong as the heart beat of a child. The sound grew so loud it thundered in my ears. I shrank back in the corner as I realized he was coming. The one who I most loved and dreaded.

The room became dark as it was each time he came. The air was still and cold as it was each time he came. My body was stiff and still as it was each time he came... The only sound that existed in my universe was the sound of his foot steps. They came closer and closer, louder and louder. Filling my head with memories of the last time I heard those foot steps.

The sound stopped and my heart skipped a beat. I closed my eyes tightly and concentrated on pulling myself in words. I wanted to block him out this time. I wanted so much for him to not really be there. I wanted him to be like the rain... An illusion.

I heard the door slowly creak open. His scent pored into the room like water meant to drown my senses. I heard him moving about the room. Perhaps rummaging through my few possessions. This lasted a few minuets until he stopped, and drew close to me.

In a futile attempt to hide myself I covered my face with my hands. I concentrated on making him go away, but it was hopeless. I could feel his warm breath on the backs of my hands. I noticed that his breath smelled faintly like peppermint and lemon.

I felt his soft hands touch mine. He wrapped his long fingers around my hands and pulled them away from my face. I kept my eyes tightly shut as I refused to look at him. I didn't want to give in to him again! I loathed him with all my heart! Yet I felt an over powering lust for who and what he was. I resented him because he never took me away with him as he promised he would.

I shivered as I felt his lips brush against my cheek. His soft clammy hands clutched mine firmly. As if he where afraid I would lash out and strike him. As I had threatened to do so many times before. A thin lair of sweat had begun to cover my entire body. My loins screamed with desire as his hot experienced tongue touched my lips.

I pulled my face away from his. I could no longer stand to ignore him. Even if he wasn't really there I had to give him my attention.

I opened my eyes slowly and faced him. He was the same as he was each time he visited. His flesh was so pale it looked as if he had never seen the light of day. His hair was as red as flames, and seemed to be styled to look like devil horns. Though his hair seemed to be razor sharp with hair gel. It was actually as soft as angel feathers. Though he was certainly no angel... Oh, and his eyes. His eyes! They almost seemed to be mirrors reflecting the flames of hell. Once I thought they reflected my lust and passion for him, but now I knew the truth. He was not real, and he never would be.

His long lanky arms embraced me just as they had many night before. He pulled me to his powerful chest. I felt the warmth of his body and it calmed my screaming mind. I knew then how much I depended on him. I would have completely lost my sanity in this hospital had not for him. He was my only release from this place, and my only chance to leave it.

"Are you Death?" I asked softly.

"No, I am your death." He replied in his soft silky voice.

I pulled away from him slowly. His arms seemed reluctant to let me go, but he allowed it. I gazed up at his horrifyingly beautiful face. I longed to kiss his sweet thick lips. It was far to tempting to run my fingers along the soft angels of his face. I lusted for his finely toned body, and wished nothing more then to feel his flesh against mine. I knew then that I wanted him. I knew that I had always wanted him, and I needed him much more then he needed me.

"Could you love death for one last night?" He asked.

"If death would take me away before dawn... I would." I answered.

He pulled me into a deep kiss. His lips where like flames as they pressed against mine. His tongue shot into my mouth like a red hot poker. I let out a slightly muffled whimper. Yet he didn't yield to my protest. He rose to his knees so that his face was above mine. He engulfed my mouth in the kiss as he pinned my arms to the wall. I tried my best to move away from him, but his strong arms held me firmly against the wall.

I struggled harder as I tried to resist his grip. His fiery eyes where staring into mine. I felt as if they where scorching my soul with love. I couldn't stand it anymore! How could my own death love me so? And how could I love him back the way I did? With all the passion the moon holds for the sun he chases me everyday. Yet unlike the moon I could touch him. I could feel his heat on my flesh like a fire that didn't burn my flesh. No, instead it burned my mind. I was going crazy because of him...

With one last burst of strength I pushed him off of me. He slid back into a sitting position. He smiled at me darkly with his eyes laughing silently. I gazed at him as I took in the vision of him sitting there and smiling. I frowned at him as my heart pounded in my chest.

"I can't go on like this... Take me now, or leave forever." I said in my bravest voice.

He glared at me for a moment. The fire in his eyes flared viciously, and the smile on his face faded. He sucked in a deep breath and reached into his pocket. He gently took my hand. He then placed something cold in my palm. Then closed my hand around it tenderly.

"What has needed to be said has been said... Good-bye." He whispered.

I watched as he left my room. I could hear his foot steps in the distance along with the sound of the rain falling outside. I took a deep breath as I silently prayed. I opened my hand and stared at what I was given... I felt a smile slowly appearing on my face.

A man and a woman sat in the waiting room of a large mental hospital. They looked worried and tiered. A doctor entered the room holding a clip board. He approached the man and woman. They stood up and for a moment... They seemed hopeful.

"Mister and Misses Amistad?" He asked.

The man held his wife around the shoulders. He stood to attention as she leaned her head on his chest. Mr. Amistad nodded to the doctor. He doctor looked down and sighed.

"Last night at three am in the mourning your son Simon Amistad chose to take his own life. Somehow he smuggled in a razor blade; and after everyone had gone to sleep he slit his wrists. I am very sorry for your loss... And the hospital will reimburse you for our mistake. Please keep in mind that he was affected by Schizophrenia, and that it was too much for him to take anymore." Said the doctor.

The couple held each other close. Miss. Amistad cried quietly into her husbands shirt. As Mr. Amistad choked on his own grief. The two felt as if it where their own fault, but the doctor told them that it was no ones fault. These things happen.

The doctor turned around and began walking away. His foot steps where steady and strong. He had slicked back flame red hair... And his eyes... Oh, his eyes... They where hot enough to scorch a young mans soul. Enough to drive a teenage boy insane...