Cutting Dreams

[sethsinn]

And it's been awhile
Since I can say that I wasn't addicted
And it's been awhile
Since I can say I love myself as well
And it's been awhile
Since I've gone and fucked things up just like I always do
And it's been awhile
But all that shit seems to disappear when I'm with you

And everything I can't remember
As fucked up as it all may seem
The consequences that I've rendered
I've gone and fucked things up again

Christine- SETH! SETH! HELP ME SETH!

Where can she be? Seth is running through a long dark hallway, opening every door in sight. One door after the other, he finds nothing but the same bare room that he saw before. The wooden floor creaks below his black boots every time his foot stomps on the ground below him. He runs to the end of the long hallway, hearing Christine’s voice echoing from behind the door. As he grabs the doorknob, it burns his hand but Seth pushes through the pain and slams into the door but it won’t budge. The doorknob still burning in the palm of his hand, he slams into it three more times before he busts through it and sees her being raped. He feels the anger run through his body and his blood begins to boil in his veins. He leaps at them with every attention of spilling every ounce of blood from their body. He falls, and hits the ground below. But what the hell is this? Seth finds himself outside in a graveyard, lying at the foot of a gravestone. The cold stings Seth’s face like millions of tiny needles, as he feels something in his hand. He looks at it, his vision blurry but he can tell that it’s a red rose. Blood surrounds his hand, and he realizes that the thorns have dug deep into his skin. He finally looks up at the gravestone, and sees the name of his lover, Christine Townsend. He feels anger and shock fall upon his body, and as he starts to scream he hears something in the distance.




BEEP….. BEEP….. BEEP….. BEEP….. BEEP…..




Seth opens his eyes, and he finds himself inside of his home. His sheets twisted all around him, sweat covering his entire body. He turns the alarm off and looks around, seeing a picture of him and Christine on their wedding day. He picks it up off the nightstand and stairs at it for a long while before sitting it back down as a smile comes across his face. He gets up out of bed and goes through his morning route of a hot shower and shave, he gets dressed for the day and travels downstairs to meet the smell of delicious breakfast. As he steps through the kitchen archway, he sees Christine standing over a hot stone making some eggs.

Christine- Sunny Side up?

Seth- Yeah, you know how I like them. After all, you have been making them for the past two years.

Christine- How did you sleep last night?

Seth- The dream came back again.

Seth sits down at the kitchen table as he pours himself a glass of orange juice as Christine brings the skillet over to him, sliding two eggs onto the plate next to some bacon and toast. She sits the skillet back down onto the stove and comes to join Seth at the table.

Christine- For the past week or so, you have been having this same dream over and over again. I would like to know what it is.

Seth- Baby, I told you not to worry about it.

Christine- I’m supposed to just shrug this off?

Seth takes a bite out of his toast as he stairs at Christine, her deep blue eyes filled with concern. He thinks back to the dream, back to the long hall and her screams. But the most disturbing part of the dream was the tombstone and the blood from his hand staining the white snow. He just can’t get it out of his mind.

Christine- Seth, you told me that this is why you lost to Pegasus this week. You told me that this dream kept you from even speaking. This is not like you Seth, and this bothers me even more then it does you!

Seth takes a sip of his juice as he sits there, thoughts stirring in his mind. Should he tell her? Should he bring up the subject of her being raped? It was of course, her biggest fear in this world right next to spiders.

Christine- SETH!

Seth- What do you want me to say Christine?

Christine- Tell me about the dream!

Seth- No.

Christine- Please?

Seth- NO!

Christine gets up from the table, her face hot with rage. Seth takes another bite from his toast as Christine storms out of the kitchen, leaving her food to rot. Not the best way to start to morning, but hell, it could be worse. Why should he bother Christine’s mind with something as trivial as a re-occurring nightmare? But this nightmare, it’s not the same as an ordinary one. This one feels real. Like he has lived it before, almost like it has happened before. But that was stupid, how could it when Christine was making breakfast no more then five minutes ago? Not only that, but why was it so damn important that he couldn’t keep it off of his mind while facing Pegasus? Don’t even worry about it Seth, now’s not the time. Seth stands up, the images of the dream still floating in his head overtakes his appetite. He walks upstairs to find Christine in the shower, and as he opens the door he hears her moan.

Christine- …..Ouch…..

Seth- Baby, are you ok in there?

Christine- Oh, Seth. Yeah, I’m fine baby.

Seth- Are you sure?

Christine- Yes, just… cut myself shaving.

Seth- I’m sorry about this whole dream thing. Can you just trust me on this one?

Christine- I can, but there is a specific reason I want to know what you are dreaming.

Seth- This is my problem, my dream. I just need to figure it out myself.

Christine- Have you told Lantlas about this?

Seth goes over and sits on the toilet, laying his head in his hands.

Seth- Lantlas has been acting so weirdly lately. Just last night, he goes and tackles me for no reason. I love the guy like a brother, and there is no way that I would ever turn my back on him like so many have done before. But, these past few weeks it’s like he’s two different people.

Christine- Poor guy, he’s more then family to us. I hate to see him suffer in any kind of way. Ouch, Damn It!

Seth- Cut yourself again?

Christine- You could say that.

Seth looks through the foggy glass shower door, and makes out Christine’s amazing body figure, but that’s not what catches his eye. Red running down her arm, the water making a red puddle at her feet. What the fuck? Seth jumps up and opens the shower door, Seeing Christine with a razor blade in her hand and a slit in her wrists.

Seth- BABY!

Christine- I didn’t want to do it Seth, I couldn’t take it anymore!

Seth grabs a towel off of the rack beside the shower and wraps it around her wrists, both panicking and wondering at the same time. He throws a robe around her as he drags her to the bedroom and sets her down on the bed, grabbing the phone at the same time. He dials 911 as the white towels are already turning pure red.

Seth- Yes, I need someone to get their fucking ass over here right away, my wife just slit her damn wrists. Were located at 7742 Harlot Street…. Tell them to fucking hurry!

Christine- I’m sorry Seth!

Tears now rolling down both of their cheeks, Blood flowing from her wrists like it was as thin as water. She looks Seth in the eyes, the concern he saw earlier has now turned to fear. What drove her to this? Why would she do something that she despises?

Seth- Why did you do this baby? Why?

He runs his hands through her hair, wiping the tears away from her eyes. She looks him in the eyes as she begins to bawl.

Christine- …The… Dreams…

Seth- My dreams did this?

Christine- No… My Dreams… of me being raped and killed… of me being taken away from you…

What? Christine is having the same damn dreams as Seth? This is just too damn weird.

Christine- That’s why I… wanted to know what… your dreams were…

Seth- Baby, don’t worry about dreams right now. They are only dreams.

Christine- But… they feel so real…

Seth knows exactly what she means, but why would it drive her to this? Were her dreams worse then his? He can’t think about that right now, this is just way so out of context for Christine. He hears the sirens in the background.

Seth- Come on baby, let’s get you outside and to a hospital.

Christine- I want them to stop Seth!

Seth- They will, let’s just get outside…

Seth starts to carry her down the stairs, blood dripping all the way down the stairs and through the front door. The ambulance pulls into the driveway, and Christine faints right into Seth’s arms. The medics open up the doors and take her away from Seth, all of them screaming at each other, all of them doing something to help his poor Christine. He hears nothing, it’s like a mute button has been pushed in this world. He sees Christine open her eyes ever so slightly, and mouths the words I love you before being loaded into the ambulance. Seth kneels on the ground, blood covering him. He starts to bawl, crying his eyes out as he screams out the first name that comes to mind, the only person that may be able to help him…

Seth- ….LANTLAS!....[/size][/color]