Red Ice

Date: 6/16/2018

All dreams I express have killed me. I died last night again. She dragged me across the frozen lake. I am bleeding. Someone else is here too. She is dying. But I have to escape. I have to run. But it hurts. She’s running after me. I’m at the edge of the lake. I have hold of a branch. My legs are breaking through the thin ice. I made it out. I have to hide. It hurts. I’ll hide in the bushes. No the shed. I’m behind the shovels in here. She’s found me. Someone else is here now. They are holding me down. She has a knife. It hurts so badly I am screaming for my life and in anger. Five slashes across my stomach. They are deep as I am bleeding so much on the snow covered ground. They’ve let me go. I am holding my stomach now. It hurts so much. Blood coming from my mouth? I’m still alive. She’s stabbing me now. Over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again. Why won’t I die? Save me. My tears are turning to ice it is so freezing. Yet I am hot. I feel heat as my blood surrounds me in warmth. I’m giving up. But even if I want to die, I am not? Help. Faintly. Help me please. More tears and drooling red across my face. She still stabs me. Specks of blood splash my face. She is done. I can stand. It feels as if I am bleeding again more now. The ground is red. Why is it red? Why is it red? I don’t understand.