Post by lucretia1959 on Dec 13, 2006 17:55:54 GMT -5
( I'm not going to be on consistently, so you guys can start without me. I'll post when I can. And I'll give you somewhere to start. )
For the third time this week, David Benison wakes up screaming.
He never remembers what his nightmares are about--the part of his brain where the memories are stored has put itself on lockdown and refuses to be accessed. He assumes it has something to do with the scars on his arms, something to do with the young man lying prone in a hospital bed.
Something to do with the black, empty space that won't leave his heart.
He closes his eyes, whimpering, and lies still in his bed, too frightened to sit up, to frightened to reach across and turn on the light. So the darkness stays with him, the shadows morphing into unspeakable terrors, and he stays awake until dawn.
Post by blackrosemoon on Dec 13, 2006 19:23:09 GMT -5
Boo grumbled as her alarm clock blared by her side. Another late night. She had been out late, rocking out to a local band. And, the queer(as in weird) dreams didn't help much either.
She hit it hastily, and the blaring immediatly stopped. She squirmed out of the cloth coffin she entrapped herself in last night. She didn't remember much of the dream, she was never good at that.
All she remembered was that she was pregnant, but the father was a huge mystery. Suddenly, a demon of her past claims the baby as his own. She then, is in the car with him, and he suddenly drives off of. After that...was a mystery.
She trudged to her small kitchen, and began to make tea. She stared out little window at the bleak city scape. Glorious, glorious New York.
Last Edit: Dec 14, 2006 17:25:38 GMT -5 by blackrosemoon