Beautiful Nightmare

Her breath stopped, her legs grew weak, her eyes like a deer about to be struck by a train. The faint glimmer of glass from Kris’s wrist shattered all sense of reality. A simple wristwatch they had no way of taking from her and a sly devilish grin manifested her nightmare. She was falling, falling into a deep dark pit without escape. Except for Kris. Kris knew what to do. How to help. Kris was strong, unlike her.

One of Kris’s hands mechanically moved upward to her face, the faint sound of a metal zipper and unclasping belt incidental track to her mind shattering. For a brief second their hand ghosted across her cheek and dreaded serenity filled her. This was natural. This was strength. That's what it told her. Her legs began to give in as she felt a gentle tug to fall to her knees.

The door flung open and the world reformed. There was no hand on her cheek, Kris simply stood in front of her like a lifeless doll. In a split second, she jumped from the door in complete silence as Susie had a conversation at Kris she was too distracted to listen to. She looked at her reflection in the glass of the closed hospital door to her father. Not a hair out of place. She felt where she was touched and her nerves were on fire. Her eyes darted to her wrist only to find the watch firmly on it. Her eyes shyly looked at Kris's crotch. Besides the noticeable lump, Kris always had, their pants zipped and belt also untampered with. She stared a bit longer, licking her lips at her still-wrapped kristmas package. Susie had posed her a question startling her from admiring the view . “oh, uh nothing Susie, I was just heading home… s-see you later!” she fled.

What the fu-frick was happening to her? Noelle was no stranger to fantasies or dreams. Thoughts of her dad coming home. Wiping the smug grin off of Berdly’s face, a quiet night with Susie staring up at the stars as they talked about themselves. Being mounted in front of her family on the kitchen table as Kris used her antlers giving her pain and-. She shut down the train of thought as a faint unfamiliar beating filled her chest. An ungodly warmth flooded her body. She must be getting sick. That was it. A fever or… or something but whatever it was it was not her. It was not natural. She picked up the pace to outrun the inevitable.

She entered past the thick iron gate. Walked through the locked door of the Holiday manor. Trudged through the sterile and uncaring foyer, passed Dec- the guest room. Into her large and lonely bedroom. The project could wait. Her health came first. She ripped the oppressively humid sweater and skirt from her person, refusing to fold them, as they fell to the floor and decided to call it a night. hopefully the heat enveloping her would soon dissipate.