The first nightmare, wasn’t. Not really, anyway. Ne remembered bloody clowns and dolls, darkness creeping up from under the bed, and the occasional dreamscape of walking to school naked. Those weren’t real enough. They didn’t pull as nir arms and legs like shadows to a pillar, just under nir grasp.
Eric’s first nightmare- it always started with hands. Anne explained it was a remnant from the car accident years ago. The EMTs were just doing their job, but they got a little rough trying to pull nem out of the passenger’s side.
Next came the smoke and lightning down nir spine. It was all the jostling, the fumes of the car, punctuated by the silence between nir ears. Then was the buzz, barely noticeable until ne realized ne couldn’t move, only felt the pins and needles prickling all throughout nir skin. Ne opened nir eyes last to a cloudy morning, to one pair of siblings sobbing across the accident scene, and the other- ne and Anne, completely silent.
No, ne was silent. Nir world was silent. Anne’s mouth moved, frantic and with a little cut along her bottom lip that ne stared at. She didn’t make a sound, not to nem, anyway. Like the incessant ringing in nir ears, the nightmare played out over and again. But it wasn’t just a nightmare, but a memory.
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