Daddy's Little Devils: Reverie

I awoke with a bad dream. The same dream I've been having for weeks. I'm hyperventilating, sweat dripping from my face all the way down my back, my hair plastered to my hot cheeks. I am more afraid to look at my image, scared to see the fear in my eyes then what ever it is thats haunting me. Afraid that if I keep thinking about this horrific nightmare I might end up imprinting it into my memory and it might never be forgotten.
All of a sudden, just as fast as one blinks, cold chills creeped throughout my body. It was intense, it was as if I could see the goosebumps through my long-sleeve shirt. For some reason my warm room was an icebox and I could see my breath as I exhaled. "My gut feeling already told me something was wrong, but now this is too much", I thought to myself . If I didn't believe in God before, I definitely do now. This is a sign that something more is here and I need to remove it, at what ever cost. I finally built up the strength to get up and walk to my vanity mirror. I saw a light in my eye, a flicker of all that is right. In a tone so forceful and strong, yet as low enough that no one could here, I silently whispered,"He has got to go".


The next morning, My father was rushing my mother because he was running late for work. I heard little footsteps running up and down the steps, my baby sisters gathering their belongings.  I could hear the blowdryer from Alluring's room. I put the pillow over my head to block out all the noise but did not even get them muffled out, and so, starting my morning. Dragging myself out of bed, I walked to the bathroom for the usual morning routine. The soon as I was done and back to my usual giddy self, I ran down the stairs to fill my empty tummy.
Like normal the house is quiet when everyones gone. At peace, I started to look through the cabinets and fridge to see what satisfying breakfast I could make myself. I decided to make my favorite, French toast, fruit salad and scrambled eggs. As I started to finish up my plate, the nightmare found its way back into my thoughts.

I am sitting in a chair in the middle of the room. I am wearing a uniform, the kind that patients to a psychiatric ward wears. All the walls around me are a dark gray color. There's no exit so I don't know how I got here. The room starts to get foggy and when it finally gets so thick, I find my voice and start to scream. Squeezing my eyes shut and putting my hands to my face I yell at the top of my lungs.
The moment I feel like I can't scream any longer I feel a hand grab me and yank me out of the darkness that I was in. When I look around I see a girl in a half destroyed wedding dress, crying, alone in a beautiful garden. I am amazed by how beautiful the landscape is and concerned for this image of me, that lays before my eyes. "Why do you cry?", I ask myself. I reach my hand to grab this girl's, that looks just like me, shoulder and when I look up my face is no longer mine but Pretentious. She screams "Dear sister, HELP ME!". Out from the shadow comes this ugly creature, thorns throughout his face. His eyes a deep firey red, his skin the pigment of death. His hair is so black and thin. When he spoke, the ground trembled, the petals from flowers and leaves from the nearby trees fell. He turned to my sister and then back to me, "careful" he said to me, "I have nothing to hide". With the last statement he gave the most synical smirk I have ever seen. This no-named creature grabbed hold of my sister, his long strong fingers wrapped around her neck. Pretentious eyes was lost with despair as he pulled her closer to him.

Daddy's Little Devils: Pretentious' Boyfriend Chapter 1, Part:1

This story is based on actual events, with a bit of fiction.




So my mother recently moved into a new house and the one thing that she wanted was my sisters and I, the ones that moved out, come back and join her. I am not going to lie I dreaded the idea everyday before moving back in, slowly but surely I tried to persuade myself to go, to leave my own space and freedom behind. My eight younger sisters were beyond ecstatic and everyday they told me how great the new house was and all their plans on making what ever space designated to them, their own. The excitement everyone shared soon started to rub off on me and my mother's wish for all her daughter's to join her in the new home, became a reality.
A week before the moving day my sister, Pretentious and her evil partner came. Out of all my sisters, Pretentious is the only one that walks around so snooty. Honestly I wish I was just saying this, but due to the circumstances, it's not just a statement. It was just like my little sister to surprise us, and so when she walked in our lovely home, she wasn't alone. Right behind her was her boy toy,  satan's advocate. Maybe I'm over exaggerating, but the first time that guy walked through the door, I smelled trouble.
He's a smooth talker with a baby face. His eyes so cold and dark, all I could see is all the lies he's ever told and the gateway to his dark unforgiving soul.
One fall morning I awoke and sat on my balcony. My balcony has a view of a beautiful lake and around the lake are nice size manors with their occasional boats tied to their dock. The nice cool crisp air made me smile while the sun, peaking behind the almost leafless trees, began to warm my almost frozen nose. As I was looking at these two swans swimming side by side, I felt something creep behind. I turned quickly to see her boyfriend looking at the direction I was. "This guy, ha, who does he think he is sneaking up on me like that?" I thought to myself. I've been noticing how he admired my parent's beautiful home. I have also noticed how he constantly tried to take over the kitchen whenever my sisters and I gathered to make our baked goods or dinner for each other. My father who is so anti-social, warmed up to him, they were like best bros, going everywhere together and having long "profound" conversations. My daddy doesn't even talk to his daughters unless he has to! Us, his pride and joy, his little monsters, he rarely has heart-to-hearts with. Then along comes this stranger and all of a sudden daddy is no longer the quiet intellectual, but a talkative comedian! Nevertheless, all daddy's jokes were, what we young one's would call stale, but here this guy comes and laughs at all of daddy's jokes like a girl would to a guy on their first few dates. This guy, who I would like to call Lucifer, was going beyond the usual comfort zone. From my perspective, he is up to something and I am going to find out what it is or what is it that he wants.


To be continued....…

What is Love?

In the series of events that I have and the ones I have yet to experience, I have always wondered what love truly is. Is it all these emotions one gets with a simple glance by a significant person? Is it as simple as a warm embrace or as complicated as conquering the toughest of obstacles? How could we tell the difference between love, lust and the mere obsession of the idea pertaining to love? All these little questions swirl around my sea of thoughts. Every which way I sail, I could feel the currents below the surface, drag me this way and that, so I am stuck with the dizziness of confusion.
I have often felt that love was the purest of the pure, when it indeed is true love. Beyond simple little emotions, I feel is more then just that. It's two people connecting in thought, body and heart. It's courting, trust, selflessness, respect, balance, patience and worth it all. As my mental storm starts to settle and I see the horizon, another thought comes to play. It is in our human nature to be selfish, maybe thats why all these relationships fail. People do not find anyone worth giving there all to or they just want to be catered to without giving anything back. The day when we all realize that we have to serve our other, we will realize, if we have that mindset, then no one will feel as if they have the short end of the stick.

My Introduction

Everyone’s life is full of the unexpected, a new adventure unfolding and this is where I could share it with you all. In my younger years, my love for words has grown in such an amazing way. Each word could mean something so different when combined with another. It could form a movie in your mind that is so intense. Every touch, strike or warm embrace could be felt as if you were apart of the story being read. This is were my blog comes in, my one true wish is that anything that I post could help me grow as a writer and to connect with my reader in such a way that he/she feels and sees what I felt and saw. Dear Reader, please do not refrain from any comment that you feel complied to share. I am but a student and my only want is to achieve greatness. So if you could give a guiding light, I would give my highest gratitude.