My Dwelling

Apr 15, 2008 - 21:29 PM PST

As I open my eyes, my pupils dilate to accompany the moonlight darkness in which I stand. Items start to become visible. I realize I am in a small, destroyed room with just a chair. I circle the room searching frantically for a way out. I find a door. It’s locked. I sit harshly down in the chair, sobbing. Yet again, I am trapped. I hear muffled footsteps behind the door. As the owner unlocks the door and opens it I realize it is he, the one I once trusted. I stand from my chair. He walks up to me, raises his hand and slaps me hard across my face. I feel the sting as I look back into those eyes, in which I found comfort so long ago. I start running towards the door, and exit into the hallway, not knowing where I’m heading. I arrive at the end and stand yet again at a dead end. I turn behind me and see him. Werewolf-like, he turns into a monster; eyes blazing with anger. I turn with my back to the wall and cry out, “What did I do to deserve this?” He stops, positions his head mere inches away from my ear, and whispers, “You are mine. You need to listen to me.” I feel his moist breath on my skin as he kisses my bare neck. “You must obey.” As I tremble, I feel a warm tear run down my face. “Oh, God. Please don’t hurt me, “ I beg. “Woman, you must submit,” he yells at me. He raises his hand again, and slaps me. As I fall onto the ground, I hit my head on something, which renders me unconscious.
I open my eyes, realizing it was a dream. Relieved, I touch my forehead. As I do, I realizing I’m bleeding. I lay back down…sobbing uncontrollably. I fall back asleep, into a world in which he created and, now, I am force to dwell.