Me Against The Devil

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Thursday, May 12, 2016, 5:48 AM
Dallas, Texas, USA

I am at my desk, signing multiple pieces of paper.

It seems as if whenever I am done with one paper, another takes its place. It never ends.

"They are ready for you, Detective."

I look up to see a police officer standing before my desk.

A sympathetic look on his face.

"Great, thanks."

I said simply before grabbing some folders, a pen, and my cup of coffee to take with me to the conference room.

I walk into a big white room; the walls are out of sight, a never-ending room.

I sit at the table, a big white and long table, with four taken seats, but the chairs beside them were empty and had a yellow note on each of them saying the same thing, Reserved in big black bold letters.

When I looked up, I saw four people sitting at the table. I didn't recognize anyone in the room. They are each in different conditions, but they all appeared to have a bullet hole in their forehead.

Some were missing parts of their heads; some had their skulls exposed. Others, you could somewhat see their brains.

They stare at me with their cold, lifeless eyes, not saying a word, not even making a sound.

Were these people murder victims? Why are they here? I remember and recognize all of the victims I have worked for, putting away the people who took them away from their families. But I didn't recognize anyone in this room. Not one person.

"James."

I could faintly hear a voice calling my name.

I scanned the room, but nobody was there but me and these people.

"James."

I looked around at the walls and the ceilings.

I looked up and that's when I saw it.

There was a black hole above me growing.

I started to feel like there was some kind of force trying to pull me up into this black hole above me.

I tried to move but it was as if I was glued to the chair itself.

I shut my eyes closed, preparing myself for what would come next.

"James, wake up!"

I gasped as I woke up.

I was lying in bed, gasping for air and cold sweat dripping down my forehead.

"Love, are you all right?"

Alissa, my wife, asked as she quickly turned the lamp on, the light blinding me for a quick second.

She then turned to me to check up on how I was doing.

"I'm fine."

I said simply.

"Another dream?"

"I'm fine, Ally. Go back to sleep."

I said as I turned around on my side, my back facing her.

I felt her wrap her arm around my torso.

"If you ever want to talk, remember that I'm here, ok?"

"I know, thank you."