a foreshadowing ___ [open]

[andrew barrings]

[Open to whom ever he lives with]


I want to forget...

The subconscious. It's a tricky area for the mind. Memories, time, place, emotions, they all get jumbled and thrown into a mixer with the finger of a soul holding down the mash button. Sometimes these dreams don't make sense and other times their full of unspecified symbols and underlying meanings. Then theres the times when its just a recalling of an event, the recalling of the emotions that saturate that event. Rather good or bad, they rear their ugly little heads and put their viewer through their paces once again. This wasn't pleasant, this was a nightmare.

There he stood, toppling over like a giant would over a normal being, his hands clenched and held at his side with meaning. His face was taut and forceful, teeth gritted together as if made of stone. Not to mention his eyes, Andrew was sure if it was humanly possible they'd tear him down in a blink. A splatter of blood had been inked to the left side of his face, it stained those clenched fists as well. But it wasn't his own blood. It was Talon's. Andrew squinted up at him, everything was so blurry, the man standing over him was just a black silhouette. For an instance Andrew was glad he couldn't see his eyes. He huddled in a corner like dog that had been cornered, scared and frightened, but more of which confused. He couldn't think straight and he couldn't figure what he'd done to deserve this. All that registered was the pain, it felt so real. Then as the figured raised his fist, Andrew caught a glimpse of a metallic object wrenched between his finger. It was knife, and as the figure came plumiting downward, Andrew found himself screaming.

It's what truly awoke him. His own fearful shriek that jarred his conscious. He sat up, his body was covered in sweat, his breathing labored. His hands holding him up he gasped for air. His bangs clung to his face as he came back to reality, his heart beat was more then frantic.