Sometimes nightmares bring good intentions;
Sometimes good intentions bring misled resolutions.
Everyman started in his sleep; a mutant dream passed through his brain, leaving in its wake an inky blackness. He couldn’t see or feel or sense anything, anything but darkness. He groped about for something to grasp, and found nothing. He panicked. Then, the ground dropped out from under him. He screamed, but the inky smog surrouding him caught his scream and turned it back at him, reverberating it through his head.
As he thrashed fruitlessly in the air, the voices began. The sharp, sarcastic speech split the smog. First on one side, then another, the voices surrounded him. And always, there was laughter.
“Nice job building that cave. Soon it becomes your grave.”
“You always have a good excuse, don’t you?”
“Why aren’t you better? Don’t you follow the King?”
“You should be dead.”
“Men don’t do what you’ve done. You’re not a man; you’re an animal; a freak.”
“You’ve got to prove yourself, or He’ll never love you again.”
“He’ll never love you.”
“Never love you.”
Everyman jerked awake, trembling. Sweat stood on his brow, and his mind raced.
A tiny voice still whispered in his ear, echoing through his brain: “He’ll never love you, never love you, never love you.”
He breathed heavily, and his words seemed to catch deep down in his throat. But he grabbed his words, and hurled them through his vocal passageways.
“Yes He will. Yes He WILL! I’ll MAKE Him love me. I’ll do whatever it takes; I’ll resist this time. Just make this nightmare of a life go away!”