When I wake up, I’m alone. I’m in my apartment.
I guess my job is done. I just can’t remember what that job was for the life of me.
My head feels as though it is going to split open. It’s the worst migraine I’ve ever had. No amount of ibuprofen can fix this one.
I feel alone. Empty. Hallow. Everything I felt at the beginning. It’s like nothing ever happened.
Did it happen? Or was it a dream?
I look around at my surroundings and my cat is looking at me with concern on his face. I’m assuming he’s hungry.
I try to stand, but I immediately fall back down. I decide to lay on the floor for a while. Kitty will have to wait.
The ground is comforting, like an old friend. But, I can’t remember why. I feel like I should just stay. Maybe I’ll die here.
My demons begin to stir. So do another pair. I lay there confused. Another pair? Why do I have more demons? What did I do?
So many emotions run through me all at once. I feel like I’m being electrocuted.
My body instinctively curls into the fetal position. The pain is so intense that I feel like I’m being stabbed by needles on every inch of my body.
Please kill me. Whatever this is, I’m done.
It’s as though something heard me because my apartment disappeared and I’m on a strange plain floating in the middle of a storm. Wind and rain are blowing across my face and I can finally see them.
Demons. Mine and his.
It wasn’t a dream. It was all real. This is real.
They are standing hand in hand with evil grins on their faces. They look familiar.
The wind picks up and the rain pours harder. I begin to stand. The ground below me is unstable, but I manage.
I’m at a loss and I don’t know what to do. Do I go to them? Do I fight? Do I surrender?
I begin to take a step when all of the sudden I feel a hand on my arm holding me back.
“You don’t want to do this,” says the voice.
I feel a warm sensation flow through my body. It’s comforting. One of the first times in a very long time I feel calm.
“I have to do this,” I reply. “If I don’t, it will never end. It’s all too much. You succumbed, why can’t I?”
I have yet to look, but I know it’s him.
The demons extend their hand. They are waiting.
He spins me around to look at him. I haven’t ever been in this close of a proximity of him. Ever.
As we face each other, an electric pulse connects to both of our hearts. We are one. The energy is so intense it makes my head jerk backward.
I am in awe of his appearance. He looks the same only better. He has a white light shining down on him. I know he is safe.
Why wasn’t I given this validation long ago?
As our hearts connect, I finally understand. We are connected, but not in a way you would think. He is not a soul mate. He is more. It is not romantic at all, but it is deeper.
I look into his eyes like I did before and something has changed. He no longer has pain. I have taken that burden from him and we now stand before it. I have fulfilled his requests on Earth. He is complete.
He wants me to be complete.
But I’m far from it.
“What do you want from me? I have done what you requested. Although, I did not have a choice,” I say. “Please. Let me go.”
“We are one. It is my turn to protect you now,” he responds.
I stare at him confused.
I’m tired. I’m exhausted. At this point, I’m giving up. I’m tired of being on the ground. I’m tired of falling. I’m tired of wind and I’m tired of rain.
I can feel myself starting to fade when he takes the electricity connecting us with his hands and makes it even larger. I literally feel like I’m in a movie or a supernatural show.
I’m trying to hang on, but the darkness is so tempting.
I see him throw this said ball of electric energy and the last thing I hear him say is, “I’ll always be with you. Thank you.”
I’m falling. I’m falling down a cliff. A cliff that has a window at the top. A window that I was pushed through. As I fall, I should be grabbing for something, but I’m not. My insides are starting to repair. This time I don’t hit the ground. Instead, I land on a surface full of cushion.
It’s my bed.
I fall asleep.