Nightmares ( Open )
Silas hasn’t been feeling very well lately. He needs his sleep, but now, every time he falls asleep.. he just sees terrifying visions. He remembered that he underestimated the bear’s words. He thought the nightmares wouldn’t be too bad. He never has nightmares these days anyways, so he wasn’t even sure what the dreams would contain. However, what he saw in his dreams caused him to jolt out of sleep in a cold sweat. Since then, he hasn’t been asleep at all except for tiny, accidental naps.
Silas couldn’t stand those nightmares. They weren’t just nightmares, they were memories.. flashbacks. He kept dreaming of the time when he and his brother were huddling together in the corner of the dining room while their mother in the next room over savagely murdered their father. Silas remembers it all too well. He remembers the blank, glazed over look of terror in his father’s dead eyes. He remembers the sickening sound of the knife plunging into his father’s torso over and over again. Once, twice, three times... increasing in number, nearly reaching twenty. He remembers seeing the blood splatter against his dad’s face and the floor on which he rested. He remembers his mother standing triumphantly, kicking their father’s corpse in the head as she slowly approached Linus and himself. When would Betha come to save them? This was the time when Betha rescued them from their mother.. but that time never came in this nightmare. Silas could do nothing but sit in horror as he watched his twin brother be slain brutally by their mom.
Silas fortunately woke up before his mom could wrap her hands around his throat. Silas could feel hot tears tracing down his cheeks, but he didn’t consciously know he was crying. His thoughts were too crowded to notice up until the tears dripped from his chin and landed on the hands he had folded in his lap.
Silently, Silas stood up and slipped out of his dorm. It was the middle of the night, but he needed to head over to the church anyways. As he walked through the chill, inky darkness of Neo Atlantica, Silas found himself staring up at the ceiling of the dome. He vaguely wondered if his father and his siblings may be watching over him right now. It was a comforting thought, and God knows that Silas needs any support he can get right now.