Carnal Black

Goëtia

I'm awoken by another reoccurring night terror. The same one I've had since I was a kid, even though I am now twenty-five and living on my own. It still has the same chilling feel to it as if I were still a child in my parents house. The dream always starts out with me in the darkest of voids. Almost as if I were floating through space or in an abyss like chasm, until flames burst into this blackened reality. Only to be met with an endless wave of weeping black angels. All made up of stone and in pure terrorizing agony.

    Their about the size of any regular man-made statue, but they all have something wrong with them. Some are covering their eyes, some their mouths and the rest their ears. One indisputable fact stays true to this day and its that they are all looking at me with every passing second. They never once moved and the blood streaming down their face continued to fall.

However, this dream clearly had monstrosities staring into the very essence of my soul. But, one angel didn't seem to stare in my direction. That's only because it didn't seem to have a weeping statue head attached to its solid stone body. It was probably the creepiest one of them all because it didn't have its hands covering a part of its missing head. Instead it was faced the opposite direction praying to an unknown entity that I couldn't see. I can never uncover what the dreams mean or what the angel is praying to because I always wake up drenched in sweat.

        My hands make their way over to my nightstand to grab at the towel I keep in the drawer. My ritual for situations like these is to dry myself off from the cold sweats with one hand, whereas my other hand fumbles for the lamp. I've always wondered if this whole sleeping thing would ever get easier. It was a silly notion I wasn't prepared to think about or worry about currently. My left hand finally tugs on the chain of the lamp, thus bringing life to my little apartment bedroom. My feet make their way to the floor after my towel drying was over with and a sigh of relief overtake my lungs. The worst part of going to sleep is over with and its almost time to get started with my day anyways.

My room wasn't anything special to look at or to be jealous of. It consisted of an average size queen bed, two nightstand tables on either side, a dresser across the room in front of the bed, a stand alone mirror with a depressing closet near by and a desk with a small bookcase built into it. I was never one to watch television so opted for a desk with literature crammed into the side bookcase. Reading is such a soothing hobby that can take you to destinations in your mind that you can't reach on your own. Or, in my experience, a wonderful distraction from the world around you.

I meander over to my dresser and start piecing together something to wear later on today. The usual grey T-shirt, black jeans, slip on winter moccasins and denim jacket are standard in the Black household. The coffee maker is set to start at 10am and it's currently 9:10am. Which, leaves me about fifty minutes to shower and get prepared. The only bathroom in the apartment was at the end of the hall connecting to my bedroom and the kitchen. The living room connecting to the kitchen and the door that leads to the hallway of the apartment complex. It's not the fanciest place to live in Seattle, but it's home.

The shower was lukewarm, discolored and smelled like rust like every average morning. The maintenance crew makes excuses for the water being like this, but I know they are just cutting costs. The extra money is funneling into the pockets of the owner of this apartment complex. Her name is Mrs. Ares and just like the God of war himself, she is just as brutal. Thankfully for me I have been childhood friends with her daughter Skylar. If it wasn't for that fact she probably wouldn't care for me, just like the rest of the tenants. That and she's cutting me a pretty nice deal on this apartment as long as I work at the lobby coffee shop. Speaking of which, Sky is supposed to stop by today so we can go get some lunch today. I should probably hurry up with my shower and get dressed.