Day 6

Forgot to update yesterday. 5507 words.



Byou found himself lying naked in the woods. He recognised the place immediately, it was the woods not far from the town he grew up in. although he knew it was not possible for him to be there, he did not feel scared or confused, only calm. It somehow felt right. The woods were silent, not even wind made a noise. It was as if the world was on mute. He climbed to his feet, crushing dry, crunchy leaves beneath his feet that did not make a sound. As he rubbed his hands briskly on his arms to warm himself, even that was silent. From far off, he heard a child and a man talking. Heard, yet didn’t. the noises didn’t exist, yet he heard them, loud, screaming, filling his head.

He walked towards them, slowly. He was running, but no matter how fast he ran, his journey was toturously slow. As he ran, the leaves on the trees that brushed his skin and got in his mouth became sticky with fluid, a smell and tast byou was far too accustomed to, one that any other time he would find pleasureable. Yet now, the fluid on his skin, in his mouth, the intoxicating smell, the taste, it all felt wrong and vile. He gagged as he ran. Gagged and ran. Gagged and ran. Gagged and fell. Gagged and spat. Vomited.

His most hated memory was their before him. The one memory he surpressed, the one he could not recall at any other time. The memory of a small boy, trying to scream through the pudgy, sweaty fingers that were clamped across his mouth. The memory of the blood flooding down the boy’s thighs as he was torn, over and over. The memory of the vile breath, coming out of the monster in grunts, suffocating the boy with it’s vile odour. The memory of that boy’s favourite teacher ramming into him repeatedly, violently, ruthlessly. Byou watched, tears cascading down his cheeks. He watched himself being raped by the one he trusted most in the whole world. The one who had saved him.

The fluid from the leeves began to drip white, and the foul man was gone. Byou watched his younger self shiver and weep. He knew what would happen. He knew no-one would come. He remembered it far too vividly. Rather than watch this anymore, Byou headed out of the wood, kissing his younger self on the forehead as he left. The journey this time was frighteningly fast. The light outside of the forest blinded him. The world was still muted. He was blind, deaf, helpless. The light hurt him, burned his flesh away.

He creamed and screamed and screamed, kicking the bed sheets around him and tearing at his pillow. It took a good minute for him to realize he was awake. He breathed hard and erratically, trying to recall the dream, but his burning flesh filled his mind, pushing away everything else. He could not remember.