Different from the dream
Different from the dream
I was a small time idol. Scouted by some small unknown agency my head full of butterflies did not even stop to consider what this decision to become one for the masses would entail. I say masses but in reality all my fans in the entire would probably have a hard time filling up even the smallest of stages. I had my big break during the very beginning when a scandal with a fan made me shoot up in infamy but this is a story that happens much later on.
Dream
I was walking alone in the park at night. It was an ill advised habit I had developed but one that helped me keep up with the stress of my career.
One of these times I was walking around the playground, a cup of coffee in hand partaking in this risky escapism when out of the corner of my eye I noticed a man standing by the gate. Unsettled but not wholly surprised I brushed him off as just another junkie that hung around here late at night. Slightly concerned for my safety I moved towards the phone box near the other exit. In hindsight I should have gotten out of there as quick as possible and headed home but I did not.
Finding a bench I sat down with my coffee hoping to catch up on some news while I finished drinking. I looked for my phone in my coat pocket only to find it not there.
"That's odd." I mumbled to myself shrugging it off as me forgetting it at home. My young self wasn't really one to worry about things. Easygoing and unconcerned about what was going on around me. I decided to quickly finish my coffee and return home but while taking a sip I saw that same man only this time he clearly held something in his hand.
On closer inspection it was shiny and reflected the moonlight. A glowing wedge like shape in the darkness. Realizing what he held was probably a knife I retreated to that phone box.
I moved slowly at first seeing if he was actually after me or something else. He approached me at a relaxed pace.
I was his target.
Now truly fearing for my life and in panic I ran to the phone box in hopes of calling for help. The phone box looked sturdy and was the closest instance of protection I could find.
Shutting the phone box as I entered I hurriedly fashioned a chain lock of sorts tying my coat to the phone itself and the door handle in hopes of stopping him. Pulling out the change I had gotten from my coffee I hurriedly put it into the phone dialing 110.
The phone rang...
Once..
Twice..
Thrice..
Finally on the fourth ring I got connected to an operator. However before I could explain my situation I heard a loud bang behind me. Looking over my shoulder I saw two crazed eyes that looked completely out of place in the otherwise handsome face.
The man has stunning blue eyes and slicked back black hair that revealed an angular face comparable to those you see on T.V. For a moment I was entranced by those blue eyes.
"Let me in."
Losing myself I untied my coat not realizing what I had done. In the short moments that would pass I would be brutally stabbed by him.
Horrible sounds of metal slicing through flesh sounded in the small phone box. Bouncing off of the walls and ringing in my ears.
My blood splattering and painting red the walls of the very cage I had trapped myself in.
As my consciousness faded I burned his face into my memory, cursing him in some pathetic attempt at revenge.
This however was all a dream. I awoke in that very apartment I had left my phone in. I sat up straight, turning on the lamp and drawing in deep breaths. Calming myself took a while and I eventually credited it to just being a nightmare. Slowly I would fall back asleep without turning the lamp off for I was truly afraid of the dark afterwards.
Reality
After said dream I had stopped taking walks for a while. I became a bit of a recluse giving my agency quite a bit of trouble and almost having them give up on me. Eventually I gained back my sense of security and once again returned to my career. Slowly easing myself into my old habit of taking walks at night.
Almost a year later during one such walk I came to that very park I had seen in the long forgotten nightmare.
Coffee in hand I walked around the playground sitting on the swings.
The chains holding me up creaked as I swung back and forth,
Out of the corner of my eyes I saw a familiar entrancing sight. A pair of strikingly blue eyes, Although I recognized them I could not for the life of me remember where I had seen them.
Thinking I don't like the idea of being alone with a man I don't know. I decided to walk out. Passing him in the process.
As I walked past him he whispered into my ear-
"This time will be different from that dream of yours."
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