I just kept running, until I woke up and
realized there was nothing to run away from. I was sweating a bit and breathing
heavily, as if I had really been running on the street. I just sat down on my
bed and tried to calm down. There was nothing more that I could do than calm
down and try to sleep again. After all, I had woken up at five in the morning
and it was a Saturday. I decided to go to the kitchen, have some orange juice
and then go back to my bed and lay there until sleep appeared again. To be honest,
I was a bit scared of dreaming all of that again but I knew that was very
unlikely. When I got sleepy again, I just covered myself entirely with the
sheets and the bedspread. I didn’t dream a thing and woke up some four hours
after, not really rested but at least calmed.
That day, I decided to visit my family’s grave
in the cemetery. I don’t know why, but I needed to do that. Somehow, I thought
those awful dreams had come again only because my family was resentful of me
not tending to them properly, not even thinking about them or putting some
flowers on their graves. SO that was exactly what I did. I bought the most
beautiful little bouquets and put them on their graves. I didn’t pray, I never
did, but instead tried to apologize to them because I had been such a bad son.
I knew coming to a cemetery didn’t really change anything, but I knew that I
had left my family to one side, as if they had never existed. I cried a bit
while asking for forgiveness and it was then that she appeared.
It sounds insane but she was the woman of my
dreams. And by that I mean she’s the one that appears there every time. I
didn’t remember if she had a name in my dreams but once I saw her straight into
the eyes, I realized she knew exactly whom I was and was there to talk to me.
However, we just looked at each other as if talking or moving was the stupidest
thing we could ever do. But finally, it was me who asked her what she was doing
there, why she had come. The woman seemed confused at first, but then realized
something and a smile appeared on her lips. She just said “I’ll be waiting in
the car” and turned around. Ten minutes later, after saying goodbye to my
parents, I was walking towards a car I knew to be hers, even if I hadn’t see it
before.
I opened the passenger door and sat down. I
closed the door and she started the engine. She told me my car would be at my
home in no time, but I didn’t care because I was beginning to fell like in my
dream. Not as scared but I knew something was coming and I had to be calm in order
to get to the bottom of everything. The woman drove the car out of the city and
after an hour we had traveled several kilometers. We finally arrived to a
small, quiet town, where se parked the car in the main square and told me to
follow her, once again. We walked two blocks and then we entered a house.
The house was not abandoned or anything. There
was a family watching TV there but they seemed to ignore us, or something
stranger… We crossed the house to the other side, where we got to a different
street. There, the woman waited for a moment and hen opened another door I
hadn’t even seen. I followed her and realized it was the same place where I had
been tortured in my dreams. I turned
around to escape but the door was locked. She had sat down on a very old chair
and seemed to be in deep thinking about who knows what. It didn’t seem that the
torture would continue but, still, I was very nervous and had no intention of
staying there more than was necessary. I wondered who she was and why I was
following her like a mad man but felt the answers would not come easily.
She finally seemed to remember where she was
and walked towards me. She got closer, as if she want to kiss me but in reality
she just checked my neck. Then, I felt a very horrible pain in the neck, where
she had touched, falling to the ground as if was much more pain than I could
resist standing up. Somehow, it felt like I had blood all over my hands and
neck but when the pain passed, I realized there was nothing there, I was clean.
I could see that she was now by a table, checking something that was apparently
small in size. I had a thought of killing her and ending all of this in a
single moment but then I realized I had nothing to do it with. Not a knife or
even a good piece of wood.
The woman turned around and indicated me to
come to her side. I complied, but I really didn’t trust her and I did it even
less now that she had taken something from me. That something was the thing she
had been checking on the table, a small object shaped like a cylinder.
Actually, it was bigger than what I felt in my dreams and the moment she had
taken it out. And why wasn’t there any blood if that thing had been inside of
me? I realized then that I had been left alone, that the woman was nowhere to
be seen. I ran to the door and realized it was still locked, putting a very
string barrier between me and everything outside. I wanted to run away, to just
stop reliving that stupid dream but I couldn’t, somehow it was all real.
I checked the object on my hand and felt
something strange, as if I knew what it was used for. My gut told me it was
some kind of implant to follow me, to make sure I did whatever the person that
had put that on me wanted me to do. But why would I be of anyone’s interest? I
was a failed artist that survived working the most menial job in a bank where,
every single day, I just wanted to kill myself or at least kill several other
people. Why would anyone be interested in following me or doing anything to my
life or my body? Weren’t there others that were at least much more interesting
in any aspect?
The woman came back but this time she didn’t
lock the door. She told me she had been checking on the object with people she
knew and realized it was an old implant that was no longer functioning on the
moment of extraction. She also said that, while it had probably some effect on
my behavior for the last few years, it had stopped whatever it was it was meant
to do several years ago. But that was even stranger because why would someone
put an implant on a young person that had nothing to gain or loose form life?
Why where they monitoring me? And who were they? But she didn’t have those answers, she said
she only tracked to device and found me and just needed to know which ones were
still active and which ones weren’t.
Apparently, although she didn’t say it in full
words, she was doing all of this out of guilt. She had worked with the creators
of the devices and now felt it was her moral obligation to remove them all;
before they had any serious consequences on the people they had been implanted
in. It was pretty alarming, but during all that time she was talking,
explaining her reasons and trying for me to understand who she was and what she
had been doing, I just wanted to kill her. It was a feeling I had never felt
before, like an urge but it was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. I
wanted to feel her neck broken in my hands and the taste of her blood. And
then, I noticed she had seen it in me.
Too late. I launched myself at her and tried
to strangle her with my own two hands. I pressed hard, feeling her fighting
against my superior strength and superior mind. Her life was running out and I
smiled because that’s what I wanted. I not just her but everyone else too. I
realized my goal was to kill every single person in the world and that, if I
wanted to do it, I could do it. I smile even more and when she stopped
breathing, I laughed and felt like I was in the happiest place in the world. I
left her lifeless body on the floor and the smiled all around me, realizing my
poor and might and thinking of how much more I could do for my needs and for
me. The world was absolutely mine.
I got out of the house and walked up the
street, now in the dark as the night had fallen during my stay in that awful
place. I kept smiling for some more until I got a bullet straight between my
eyes and fell to the ground. I died instantly but the fun part was that I hadn’t
died. Somewhere far away, I woke up again and realized something worse had been
done to me. Not only that device had turned me into a murder, it wasn’t a piece
of metal to know where I was but whom I was. The one that died was just a clone
that had gone insane and the real me… Well, I still don’t know where I am. But I’m
scared of what might come.
