Betrayal

Betrayal

There is no Spoon.

There is nothing.

I know that somewhere it is supposed to matter, but I can't seem to find the effort to care. I know that once I cared. Once it seemed that there was a world around me. There are no Dreams, only the nightmares are real... The world is a cracked, hollow shell of a reality that never existed in the first place. I know that now. I know that everything that I believed in was a dream, which was only really a nightmare in disguise.

The dreams are so clever you see... Taunting you with things that you think can happen, that you pray for... So much so that you dread, even while in the grip of the dream, waking up... Because as soon as you wake, you
Realize that it was another nightmare.

My nightmares speak to me. They tell me that I am nobody and nothing... That I will never be of use to the world.
Worst of all they tell me the thing which I fear most.

I do not exist. I am a figment of my own imagination that slips into other people's nightmares occasionally. I, somewhere in another world, dream of something that is not possible.

Love.

There is no such thing, I've discovered that. I realize now that Love is just another tool of the Nightmares. It entrances and entwines you... Hanging over you like a storm cloud, waiting for the perfect moment to burst and rain acid down on you. Then, as the nightmares tear your flesh away from your screaming body, they'll touch your exposed heart and explain the one thing that you should have known all along.

"You are mine."

The nightmare has claimed me forever, and there is no prince in this sleeping beauty land to wake me with his savior's kiss.

There is no prince.

It loves to taunt and tease. It creeps up to the side of your bed as you lie with the light on, praying that the monsters stay in their closet tonight. It slithers under the edge of your blanket and lays its slimy flesh up against your body. You cringe away and draw breath to scream, and suddenly it has changed its face. It is that
Prince, leaning over to offer that promise, his eyes closed in tenderness as you submit to his kiss.

At first it is sweet, gentle... A butterfly's kiss across the first summer rose. Then insistent, passionate, igniting lost fires within your heart. Then it strikes. Eyes open to reveal a hellish glow, but you don't notice. You are under his spell. He kisses his way across your chin as your arch your neck invitingly. In that first moment of violation, as the pain of betrayal tears open
Your flesh you try to believe that it is a mistake, which you are hallucinating.

Then he bites again, and through his bloodstained lips you see serpent's tongue flicking across the fangs that you had failed to notice in time.

Betrayal, Sacrifice, Corruption.

His whispered words taint you. He makes promises and threats, never bothering to differentiate between the two.

After a few moments he holds you close, melding again into that dream prince but it is too late. Fantasy has been shattered; Reality again succeeds in disillusioning her fated enemy, the love-struck dreamer.

Never again will you believe, never will you trust or love.

There is nothing left for you now but fear, betrayal, mistrust.

Nothing left of you but pain, confusion, doubt.

Where once there may have been purpose or reason, nothing is left but darkness and around you sense their presence. All of the little forest's creatures who came to look over Snow White while thirsting for her pain, eyes glowing in the darkness as they stand over you...

Watching...

Waiting...

Knowing that their time will come...

However you try to resist, the nightmare will win in the end, and you will be theirs to feast upon. Then, and only then, will eternity begin.

There is no escape.