The Jokes On Me

I walked through a dark abyss. Where was I? A man appeared in front of me. His head covered and dripped with blood. There was a bullet hole square in the middle of his head. He stared at me with his lifeless eyes and raised his finger to point at me. Finally realization hit me; it was the guy from the bank, the one I was going to shoot.

"I didnt kill you, go away."

He stood there, like a statue, not saying or doing anything. I felt a presence of someone behind me, I turned around slowly and opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out. It was all the hostages that were left in the bank. They were still tied up but the sight was gruesome. Some were missing limbs and body parts. All of them were drenched in blood. I looked down at my hands and they were covered in blood too.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry!" I sobbed out. Suddenly they all got up. They slowly advanced towards me. I tried to back away but I couldn't move, I felt as if I was paralyzed. I tried to scream but nothing came out. I tried to shout out my pleas and cries but all that came out was silence. They were now all surrounding me. I wanted to run. I wanted to get away from them, but I couldn't, I couldn't move. I felt tears run down my face as the man from before stood in front of me, inches away from my face. He took his pointed finger and pointed it at my chest.

"None of us deserved to die."

He then let out an ear piercing scream, it sounded full of pain.

The people surrounding me all started to reach there hands out towards me and--

I jolted awake. Sweat dripped down my face, I was out of breath. At the side of my bed stood Mr. J and Harley.

"Honey you were screaming, ya okay?"

I sniffled as I realized I had been crying. "y-yea I'm fine, I'm sorry."

Mr. J gently wiped a tear off my face.

"what was it about?"

I knew he was referring to the nightmare I just had.

"it was uh... It was nothin."

Harley sat down beside me on the bed. I sat up and laid against the head board.

"Sweetie, you can tell us, we can help ya."

"I don't wanna talk about it..."

"But--".

"Please! I don't wanna, I-- I can't, I don't wanna!" I sobbed out.

Harley looked at me with a surprised, but sad expression. She was about to say something else, but Mr. J stopped her. He gave her a look as if saying 'it's okay, I got this'.

"hey, you told me last time, so just tell me again, okay?"

I sniffled and nodded. "it was the same dream as last time... I hate it."

"They came after ya again?"

I nodded and started to tremble, and suddenly burst into tears.

"I was s-so s-scared!"

I leaned over and cried onto harleys shoulder.

"please make it stop..."

"Harley, lemme talk to her, just one on one."

She looked at Mr. J with a confused look. "I can help her too, I mean I was a psychiatrist and all...."

Mr. J gave her a stern look and she sighed. I lifted up my head as she got up and silently left the room. Mr. J sat down where harley had, and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, which leaned my head on his shoulder. I continued babble out stuff about the dream, but what was surprising is it look as if he were hanging onto my every word.