There is no logic to dreams

She laid on the table paralysed, he walked around her. Several times
he circled her, finally he stopped at the base of her left foot then he
picked up a small cup from behind him. Then he draw a line straight up
from the end of her left foot to her forehead, then he took the line
back down to her right foot, allowing the line to become a trail of
blood as he poured it out of the cup. She watched out frightened eyes,
and followed him with those same eyes. She gasped for air and
desperately tried to ask him why, to beg him to release her, but sound
was denied an escape from her terrified body. He put the cup back on
the table and picked up a dagger then he held it in both hands miles
above her. She froze at the sight and refused to breath, then he
brought it back down to himself, held his hand out and inflicted a deep
cut onto it. Moving up to her head he allowed the blood from his
wounded hand to run into her open mouth. After, he closed her mouth,
forcing her to swallow, fianlly he realised her mouth. Once she
swallowed, she opened her eyes wide, all she could hear was her heart
pounding so hard she thought her heart would burst, and she gasped for
air but captured very little. He walked round her again, this time
stopping just above her left hip, he watched her for a moment, before
kissing her on the forehead
"Not long now" He said softly as her body shoot up from the pain that
was now coursing through the veins. Then he lifted her up and threw her
into a large round pool. As she sank, the water consumed her, the pure
water felt so good washing over her, the scars that covered her body
began to sting as if they were re-opening. As her heartbeat began to
slow and her breathing stopped, she felt a sudden burst of pain and
energy, so she forced herself up and out of the pool and she landed on
the floor. When she finally settled on the floor, she became a sobbing
mess, her heart began to beat rapidly again, but her breathing returned
to normal. As she laid there she sobbed even harder, it felt as if her
very life was being stolen from her. Suddenly she stopped sobbing and
with blurry eyes she seachered her surroundings for her location but
she couldn't decipher where she was. She stood up, wiping her eyes
frantically trying to clear her vision, her attempts failing she began
to walk, staggering across the cold floor, before falling painfully to
her knees. As she did, she realised how many scars she actually had, as
she ran her hand over them she remembered them, each one and the pain
that came with the slicing of clean flesh, the cuts he gave her, wounds
of love he had called them. As she looked down she saw feet step
infront of her, then the feet took up a bent position as the person
standing infront of her crouched down so their eyes could meet. She
looked into them, now they were familiar again, she remembered when
they first met.
"The running track" He smiled sweetly, she nodded, the look in her eyes
was now confused, as her eyesight cleared she began to wonder if he was
reading her mind and tried to ask but her voice was still a forbidden
release. He helped her up and took he into a warm room, the only warm
room in the house. Then he gave her clean clothes to change into and
left her in the room to compose herself, as she changed she pondered
leaving but she found herself wanting to stay to learn of the reasoning
that trapped her there. And so she walked out the room and found him
resting his hands on a table, his head down and his body stiff. She
could hear his heart beat, it was a steady pace as was his breathing.
Slowly he turned to her and yet refused to move forward. She walked
towards him and stopped just infront of him, she tried to ask why and
knowing what she was trying to ask, he answered
"There is no logic to dreams, my love" He said before kissing her on
the forehead again. Then as she looked stunned he walked around her and
picked up a knife. She turned to him, silently she ordered him to turn
to her, then when he refused to turn, she grabbed his arm and spun him
around, as he spun aound he used the knife to slice her throat deeply.
She woke up with a terrified scream only to find herself safe in a
clean, white hospital room, her family over joyed to see her awake. For
a moment she just sat there,doing and saying nothing, then she pulled
up her sleeves to reveal to her family and her consious world her
scars
"What happened to you?" Asked her father
"There is no logic to dreams" She replied before allowing her body to
lay flat on the bed once more.