Mine

Tate - 22

The dreams I have haunt me when I’m awake just as much as they do when I’m asleep. I wash my face as images from the latest nightmare haunts my memory core. The way I was a shadow, lurking in the dark, the corners of my own life.

I watched myself do all the horrible things I’ve done. The funny thing is, this dream always progresses. Always gets deeper; darker. As I stare at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I can feel the weight of my guilt bearing down on me. The dreams are a constant reminder of the sins I've committed, and the people I've hurt. But I can't help myself. It's like an addiction, the thrill of the darkness, the rush of power.

I splash water on my face, trying to wash away the flashbacks, but they cling to me like a second skin, refusing to let go. As I dry my face wi