I could hear her voice crawling through the fog of my brain. I wanted to wake up. I wanted to wake up so. badly. Dark things whipped by my body; they scraped my ankles, pulled my hair, and laughed maniacally in my ear. The red face appeared as it always did, its red irises highlighted by the blinding whites of his eyes. His cheekbones stuck out unnaturally and sloped in towards a gaping black mouth. Wrinkles covered his face in the most abnormal places, sagging his nose, sliding laterally across his chin and cheeks. And he spoke. The voice was always the same, deep and gravelly, in some unknown way familiar to me, echoing through the space of my brain. The black hole of his mouth moved, and I knew that’s where the words were coming from, but the hole and the words did not match up. It was like watching a stop-action film where the audio did not match the flipping pictures.
“You will never… ever… ever… ever-” This was all he ever