The Darkest Dream

Chapter 1

There was a man running fast in the middle of a dark forest. Without using footwear. The blood dripped from the injured part of the man's body, but did not make him stop his steps.

The sound of footsteps following him from behind was becoming clearer. Of course it made his panic grow, worried to be found, he decided to stop for a moment. His eyes shimmered wildly throughout the forest, the lack of moonlight from behind the lush trees. He could not see clearly what was in front of him.

Meanwhile, the sound of footsteps drew closer to him. In the moment he was about to resign, his eyes accidentally saw a large stone with a slight cavity. Without a second thought, he headed there, then shifted the stone in front of him, in order to get into the cavity.

When it had made its way in, the sound of footsteps stopped a few meters away from him. There was no sound of steps anymore, only the sound of the roar of breath that he believed to be more than two people. He did not dare to make a sound, even to breathe, he had to sigh as slowly as possible so as not to be heard.

"Are you sure he's running this way?" The sound made his breath even more choked. His fear is becoming more and more. The shadow will be found and then tortured as he is now, making him want to die. So as not to feel this tremendous pain.

"Related! Look at the trail of his blood up here" pointed someone at his partner, he was so sure, they saw a splash of his blood on the dried leaves earlier. He stopped to look for directions to hide.

"Then why did his blood trail just get here? What power could her make her eliminate herself?" Other voices also chimed in.

"If he had that power, why would he have to painstakingly run this far? Isn't that troubling to himself" the first person continued in a tight and dismissive voice.

"Can we still not know why we have to kidnap him and take him thousands of miles from the city?" The second person argued.

"Already, already! I'm tired, our search is over. Just tell our master if the man falls into the abyss on the west side of this forest. It's right behind you. I'm not capable of it anymore. Let's work together on this, put together our arguments so as not to mispronounce and be nervous when you ask. Let's go back." It was the voice of the fourth person. It means there are four people chasing him into this forest.

The man began to be unable to withstand the pain and soreness in some parts of his body. Especially the part of his feet, which many injured due to trampled twigs and sharp small rocks. The sound of the footsteps began to move away from his hiding place, but his power to get out of the narrow gap was almost nonexistent.

Not to mention he was still afraid of being trapped, it could be that they did not really leave all of the place. But staying there will not make him survive. The only option was to get out, then run back to get help. When he last ate a drink, he remembered nothing.

The thing he remembered was, when he started running in the forest and was chased by no one.

With a bit of his remaining strength, he tried his luck to get out of there. With the help of his injured leg, he pushed the side of the stone so that his body could get out of there. After a painstaking effort and draining a lot of his spirit energy, he managed to get out. Although his head had to first smell the ground, and it added another list of pain in his body.

He paused for a moment to slightly ease the pain at the end of his head. Once he felt enough, he began to move, once again, his net trying to keep an eye on the surroundings. Hope to find the end of the road to get out of the forest. But only the trees were endless, throughout his vision only the fog and the atmosphere of the night were thick, as well as the bone-chilling cold.

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Hos hoss hooss... Sshuh...

A man wakes up from his nightmare. Again and again. The same dream for these two weeks, completely interfered with his deep sleep.

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A woman stood in the doorway and entered with a glass of water.

"Nightmare again? Still same?" Ask the gentle woman. At first glance no one believes, if the woman who still looks young is her mother. But that's the truth.

"Yes." Yeah." Answer lethargic. "I'm tired of all my dreams, mom. The help of the psychiatrist did not help in the least" he stared at the woman's shady face before him with a look of despair. "May I stop seeing a psychiatrist? I'm getting depressed with all the questions I'm asking." Again the mother's face did not give any reaction. That is, he should stick to his therapy, which is to see a psychiatrist and take his sedatives and anti-depressants.

"Try again tomorrow, it might help a little. Say what happens in your dreams in a row, no one is left behind. Perhaps there is a gap there to remove this unfounded trauma of yours" the mother replied trying to give her strength with a little advice.

Trauma is not basic? Why every time his mother always said that. How could he choose which dream he would dream? If he could, he would choose a beautiful and pleasant dream. Or at a minimum, choose a dream that can show his past, before the accident occurred.

Yet another in another heart on the lips. "Good mom." It was the answer he felt was most appropriate, to get the mother out of her room immediately.

"It's so much better. Go back to sleep, and try not to have nightmares anymore. Your daddy has trouble sleeping with your screaming voice every night blind. Remember Sky, you're the only hope mom and dad. As soon as you recover, the company is waiting for you to return. Make your father proud. Understood?" The man called Sky was only able to faintly nod.

After his mother died, Sky re-energized his body. The dream felt very real, even the whole joint felt very painful. Like someone who runs a marathon for tens of miles nonstop. But not wanting to dissolve in his mind of the dream, Sky chose to close his eyes again. He just hopes not to dream anymore, considering the clock has shown at 3 am. Slowly but surely, his eyes began to dim and.....

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