Post by Trevor Williams on May 5, 2008 19:00:21 GMT -8
((As though the fact that the whole thing is practically in italics and the fact that there are other characters I'm writing for doesn't give it away, this is a nightmare for Trevor. The muse wouldn't let me sleep last night! And yes, I do realize that some characters are a bit OOC, but seeing as that wasn't what I was going for....And yes, I also realize that it is crazy, but when are dreams/nightmares ever sane? Not to mention, this was written between three and four a.m. last night....))
Saturday, July 31, 2010
3:23 a.m.
He had been feeling its presence ever since a week ago. So far, it only seemed to be observing, but it was unnerving. Attached with this feeling of being watched was the feeling that this entity was out to cause him harm and was merely waiting for the opportune moment to strike. He had taken to getting up at random intervals to make sure nothing or no one was there that shouldn't be there. The Presence was mainly felt as night approached, but sometimes it hit him in the form of paranoia while at the office. It was quickly unnerving him, and he was finding it harder and harder not to pull out his wand or run whenever he felt it was there.
Right now he lay in bed beside his wife, watching her sleep, taking in her beauty but feeling unable to enjoy it with the Presence feeling so near. His hand was wrapped around his wand beneath his pillow, ready to whip it out and protect his wife and unborn child if needed. No one was going to harm them. No one. His muscles tensed and he felt ready to spring as his ears picked up the sound of someone moving out in the hall. "It's just Layla," he whispered to himself. "It's just Layla; she's going to the bathroom or getting a drink of water. Calm down. Get a grip."
But soon the sound of more than one child laughing flooded his ears. The sounds of women laughing soon joined in. "Trevor..." His eyes widened. The voice was so familiar. "Trevor, come to me, muffin." He whimpered, having to take his left hand and clutch it over his mouth to prevent himself from making anymore noise. He didn't want to wake Evie simply because he was afraid.
"Trevor, sunshine, come to me." The voice was also familiar. He squinted his eyes shut. This was getting ridiculous.
"Trevor, don't leave me. You told me you loved me! You swore to me."
"Snuggle bear..." He looked rather confused. Evie was right here next to him, sound asleep. She made no noise. She seemed completely oblivious to his problem.
"Evie," he said, frantically shaking her. "Evie, wake up!" Yet the brown-haired beauty did not wake. "Evie, please. Please, wake up!"
"Muffin, come to me. Why won't you come to me?"
His heart rate sped up and his eyes widened in fear at the figure that stood beside his bed. "No, no...you're dead. Evie, wake up!" There was still no response from Evie, yet she was breathing.
"What are you talking about? I'm not dead. I'm right here!"
He shook his head, getting out of bed. "No, you're dead. I watched you die."
"Trevor, who's she?" The confused voice belonged to a young blonde who now stood in his doorway. When he failed to respond, she demanded, "Ok, buster, tell me who she is."
"I-I—!" Trevor stammered.
"I'm his wife. Who are you?"
"His wife?" The blonde looked even more confused, but hurt overrode that emotion in her expression. "He doesn't...have a wife. Do you, Trevor?" she asked uncertainly.
"She's dead; I swear, she's dead. I don't—I don't understand."
"What are you doing here?" Yet another blonde was in his doorway, looking more angry than anything else. "You swore you'd get rid of her!"
"Get rid of me?" gasped the younger blonde.
"Yes, get rid of you, you little twit. He loves me, or so he says."
"No, he loves me!"
"You two are delusional; he loves me. He married me. We have a child together. Why don't you two bimbos leave?" The brunette's hands were on her hips, and she was looking rather territorial.
"Morgana, I...Anna..." He was completely flustered and it showed.
"Bimbo?" repeated the younger blonde haughtily.
"Look, girls, before we go killing each other," stated Morgana as Natalya drew her wand and pointed it towards Anna, "we should look at the situation. He's obviously playing us all, hoping we'll fight over him and make the choice easy for him. Why don't we just turn the tables o—"
"My husband isn't like that. I don't know who you two think you are, but you're obviously two very desperate whores. Go get your kicks elsewhere and leave my husband alone, ok?"
"Evie," he whispered, shaking his wife as the three other women were arguing. "Evie, come on, wake up. I'm going crazy." When she still didn't wake up, he sat against the headboard, hugging his knees to his body and rocking. "This isn't real. This isn't real. This isn't real!"
"What's the matter, Trevor? Didn't think you'd get caught?"
"Morgana, honestly, I—"
"Oh, save the bull for someone who cares."
"Shut up, Morgana!" Both Trevor and Morgana's eyes shot over to Natalya.
"Natalya, darling, please leave."
"Don't tell me what to do, Trevor!"
Evie was stirring now and Trevor looked over to her. None of the others seemed to notice her there at all. In fact, she didn't seem to notice any of them as she sat up and placed a hand on his bare knee, looking concerned. "Trevor, what's wrong?"
"D-don't you see them?"
"Look, he's snapped!" Trevor's eyes went to Morgana.
"He's been under a lot of stress lately at the office. Lots of diplomats have been trying to pressure him into things."
"Oh, shut up, honey."
"Anna, how?" Trevor whispered.
"What's the matter, muffin? Aren't you happy to see me?"
"Yes, but..."
"Trevor, who are you talking to?"
His eyes roved back to Evie momentarily until Anna spoke again. "But what, sweetie?"
"You're dead!"
"Trev, you're starting to worry me..."
"Don't you see them, Evie? Don't you see her? She's right there." He pointed towards where Anna was standing, and Evie looked, shaking her head.
"Trev, there's nothing there. I'm going to go get Doctor Cambridge."
"No, don't leave me!" He sounded frightened and attempted to grab her arm as she slid out of bed.
"Honey, I'll be right back. You stay here. Don't worry." She pulled her robe on.
"Please..." he whimpered. "Don't leave me."
Morgana rolled her eyes, walking across the room and getting onto the bed, slapping him as soon as she was within arm's reach. "Snap out of it. Insanity isn't going to get you out of this one."
Trevor's hand shot to his face. "Evie! Evie!" His eyes searched the room frantically for her, but she was nowhere to be found.
"Honestly, Trevor, you bring obsession to a whole new level. Evie's not here."
"No, you're not here, Morgana, and Anna's not, and Natalya's not..."
"Yes, we are, you idiot!"
"No, you aren't!"
"Leave him alone."
"You stay out of it, twit!"
"Both of you, get out of here!" interjected Anna.
Trevor pressed his hands to his ears, squinting his eyes shut and shaking his head from side to side. "Shut up. Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut UP! SHUT up! SHUT UP!"
"Oh my, it really is bad." At the sound of the doctor's voice, Trevor opened his eyes.
"What is it? What's wrong with him?"
"Psychosis, Evie, psychosis. It's a wonder he's even semi-lucid right now. You did a good thing getting me; no telling what danger he could be to you or the baby."
"I wouldn't hurt the baby! or her!"
"Calm down, Trevor. Calm down. No one’s accusing you of anything"
"My dead wife's here, and you want me to stay calm?!"
"There's no one here, Trevor. No one's here except Evie and me."
"Can you help him, doctor?"
"Stay away from me! Don't come near me with that thing! You're going to kill me!"
"It's just a sedative, Trevor."
"I don't want a sedative. Stay away!" He pulled out his wand. "I'm warning you!"
"Oh my. Evie, stand back," Cambridge instructed as an aside to Evie, but just as Cambridge began to approach him, Evie stepped forward. The green light hit her.
"NO!" screamed Trevor, sitting bolt upright, sweat glistening on his face and chest. His breathing was heavy and his eyes didn't seem to see anything but the darkness around him.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
3:23 a.m.
He had been feeling its presence ever since a week ago. So far, it only seemed to be observing, but it was unnerving. Attached with this feeling of being watched was the feeling that this entity was out to cause him harm and was merely waiting for the opportune moment to strike. He had taken to getting up at random intervals to make sure nothing or no one was there that shouldn't be there. The Presence was mainly felt as night approached, but sometimes it hit him in the form of paranoia while at the office. It was quickly unnerving him, and he was finding it harder and harder not to pull out his wand or run whenever he felt it was there.
Right now he lay in bed beside his wife, watching her sleep, taking in her beauty but feeling unable to enjoy it with the Presence feeling so near. His hand was wrapped around his wand beneath his pillow, ready to whip it out and protect his wife and unborn child if needed. No one was going to harm them. No one. His muscles tensed and he felt ready to spring as his ears picked up the sound of someone moving out in the hall. "It's just Layla," he whispered to himself. "It's just Layla; she's going to the bathroom or getting a drink of water. Calm down. Get a grip."
But soon the sound of more than one child laughing flooded his ears. The sounds of women laughing soon joined in. "Trevor..." His eyes widened. The voice was so familiar. "Trevor, come to me, muffin." He whimpered, having to take his left hand and clutch it over his mouth to prevent himself from making anymore noise. He didn't want to wake Evie simply because he was afraid.
"Trevor, sunshine, come to me." The voice was also familiar. He squinted his eyes shut. This was getting ridiculous.
"Trevor, don't leave me. You told me you loved me! You swore to me."
"Snuggle bear..." He looked rather confused. Evie was right here next to him, sound asleep. She made no noise. She seemed completely oblivious to his problem.
"Evie," he said, frantically shaking her. "Evie, wake up!" Yet the brown-haired beauty did not wake. "Evie, please. Please, wake up!"
"Muffin, come to me. Why won't you come to me?"
His heart rate sped up and his eyes widened in fear at the figure that stood beside his bed. "No, no...you're dead. Evie, wake up!" There was still no response from Evie, yet she was breathing.
"What are you talking about? I'm not dead. I'm right here!"
He shook his head, getting out of bed. "No, you're dead. I watched you die."
"Trevor, who's she?" The confused voice belonged to a young blonde who now stood in his doorway. When he failed to respond, she demanded, "Ok, buster, tell me who she is."
"I-I—!" Trevor stammered.
"I'm his wife. Who are you?"
"His wife?" The blonde looked even more confused, but hurt overrode that emotion in her expression. "He doesn't...have a wife. Do you, Trevor?" she asked uncertainly.
"She's dead; I swear, she's dead. I don't—I don't understand."
"What are you doing here?" Yet another blonde was in his doorway, looking more angry than anything else. "You swore you'd get rid of her!"
"Get rid of me?" gasped the younger blonde.
"Yes, get rid of you, you little twit. He loves me, or so he says."
"No, he loves me!"
"You two are delusional; he loves me. He married me. We have a child together. Why don't you two bimbos leave?" The brunette's hands were on her hips, and she was looking rather territorial.
"Morgana, I...Anna..." He was completely flustered and it showed.
"Bimbo?" repeated the younger blonde haughtily.
"Look, girls, before we go killing each other," stated Morgana as Natalya drew her wand and pointed it towards Anna, "we should look at the situation. He's obviously playing us all, hoping we'll fight over him and make the choice easy for him. Why don't we just turn the tables o—"
"My husband isn't like that. I don't know who you two think you are, but you're obviously two very desperate whores. Go get your kicks elsewhere and leave my husband alone, ok?"
"Evie," he whispered, shaking his wife as the three other women were arguing. "Evie, come on, wake up. I'm going crazy." When she still didn't wake up, he sat against the headboard, hugging his knees to his body and rocking. "This isn't real. This isn't real. This isn't real!"
"What's the matter, Trevor? Didn't think you'd get caught?"
"Morgana, honestly, I—"
"Oh, save the bull for someone who cares."
"Shut up, Morgana!" Both Trevor and Morgana's eyes shot over to Natalya.
"Natalya, darling, please leave."
"Don't tell me what to do, Trevor!"
Evie was stirring now and Trevor looked over to her. None of the others seemed to notice her there at all. In fact, she didn't seem to notice any of them as she sat up and placed a hand on his bare knee, looking concerned. "Trevor, what's wrong?"
"D-don't you see them?"
"Look, he's snapped!" Trevor's eyes went to Morgana.
"He's been under a lot of stress lately at the office. Lots of diplomats have been trying to pressure him into things."
"Oh, shut up, honey."
"Anna, how?" Trevor whispered.
"What's the matter, muffin? Aren't you happy to see me?"
"Yes, but..."
"Trevor, who are you talking to?"
His eyes roved back to Evie momentarily until Anna spoke again. "But what, sweetie?"
"You're dead!"
"Trev, you're starting to worry me..."
"Don't you see them, Evie? Don't you see her? She's right there." He pointed towards where Anna was standing, and Evie looked, shaking her head.
"Trev, there's nothing there. I'm going to go get Doctor Cambridge."
"No, don't leave me!" He sounded frightened and attempted to grab her arm as she slid out of bed.
"Honey, I'll be right back. You stay here. Don't worry." She pulled her robe on.
"Please..." he whimpered. "Don't leave me."
Morgana rolled her eyes, walking across the room and getting onto the bed, slapping him as soon as she was within arm's reach. "Snap out of it. Insanity isn't going to get you out of this one."
Trevor's hand shot to his face. "Evie! Evie!" His eyes searched the room frantically for her, but she was nowhere to be found.
"Honestly, Trevor, you bring obsession to a whole new level. Evie's not here."
"No, you're not here, Morgana, and Anna's not, and Natalya's not..."
"Yes, we are, you idiot!"
"No, you aren't!"
"Leave him alone."
"You stay out of it, twit!"
"Both of you, get out of here!" interjected Anna.
Trevor pressed his hands to his ears, squinting his eyes shut and shaking his head from side to side. "Shut up. Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut UP! SHUT up! SHUT UP!"
"Oh my, it really is bad." At the sound of the doctor's voice, Trevor opened his eyes.
"What is it? What's wrong with him?"
"Psychosis, Evie, psychosis. It's a wonder he's even semi-lucid right now. You did a good thing getting me; no telling what danger he could be to you or the baby."
"I wouldn't hurt the baby! or her!"
"Calm down, Trevor. Calm down. No one’s accusing you of anything"
"My dead wife's here, and you want me to stay calm?!"
"There's no one here, Trevor. No one's here except Evie and me."
"Can you help him, doctor?"
"Stay away from me! Don't come near me with that thing! You're going to kill me!"
"It's just a sedative, Trevor."
"I don't want a sedative. Stay away!" He pulled out his wand. "I'm warning you!"
"Oh my. Evie, stand back," Cambridge instructed as an aside to Evie, but just as Cambridge began to approach him, Evie stepped forward. The green light hit her.
"NO!" screamed Trevor, sitting bolt upright, sweat glistening on his face and chest. His breathing was heavy and his eyes didn't seem to see anything but the darkness around him.