In My Dreams I Hold A Knife Novels & Stories

His eyes shone in the darkness as he pulled out an even brighter object from his pocket, raising it above his head. It was a knife. He was going to kill her! Right in front of me. “No, no, no, no!!!!” I shrieked as the knife flew down towards the girl. “Hey, hey, wake up,” came a loud whisper that jolted me off the couch, and into the arms of someone sitting on an armchair. He hugged me back and held me there. “it’s okay, it’s just a dream,” he whispered softly, rubbing soothing circles on my back.

Everything around him felt real in the dream. It was as if he heard a loud sound. He immediately got up from the bed and went toward the window. Below was a mess. Hundreds of Six Doors members were holding weapons and gathered in an empty plot of land nearby. He saw Zillion, Chasing Wind, Pawn, and even Leafy. They were holding a knife in their hands and shouting while rushing forward. In the middle of the crowd, a guy appeared, holding a big golden ring knife. The guy was slim. His eyes were full of coldness.

I could not remember and just felt a wave of fear washing over me. Dad jumped, then hugged me and patted my back gently, "Bad dream? Or is it the wound that hurts?" I shook my head, too scared to speak. I had always thought I was a pretty mature kid—except when I tried to look sad and let tears slip out of my eyes, I usually kept it all in. However, in my dream, seeing Dad hold a knife made my heart ache like it had been stabbed. I cried so hard that I could not even breathe properly.

Her eyes were cold and threatening, like never before. If you don't kill him, then kill me. You have to choose one. After that, my grandmother held the knife with one hand and was about to stab her own chest. In desperation, I cried loudly and changed the direction of the knife, stabbing it into Ragnar's chest. Instead, the sharp knife pierced through his chest and blood spat out instantly. No. I screamed and got up from bed. The darkness in the room told me that this was a dream. I had a nightmare. I swallowed hard and pinched my arm.

I thought sleeping late would help drive the terrible nightmares away but instead it was as bright as day and her face was visible. Ava was holding a knife with her two hands and lifted it above my chest in an attempt to stab me.

Next thing I know a woman is standing in front of me pressing a dagger into my chest saying "You will never be a Luna" I wake up drenched in sweat. Why are the only dreams that I have so vivid? It felt so real. I lay awake the whole night too afraid to fall asleep once again

"To save yourself. Not to kill for the sake of killing." I can't stop the tears running down my face. Fernandez starts pounding his head against the countertop like the insane animal he is. I want to cut out his eyes, which are staring at me. I want to remove his dick and balls while he's still breathing. I want to go to sleep and not wake up until this nightmare is over. Moon releases me and hands me his knife. My fingers are trembling so hard it's difficult to take it. The knife feels good in my hand, though. Fernandez's blood on the blade holds my attention. I can do this, I think to myself. I will do this.

That meant by 9 AM, I needed to be awake. I sneaked in. I never turned the lights on. I went to the couch where I once saw him die. I collapsed on it and sleep immediately sabotaged my whole being. A dream crept in on my peaceful slumber. The Lazza was holding a knife on me. I was lying on a terrain of green grass basking in the sun when suddenly, he showed up holding a knife. We had a heated argument and what caught me snapping out of the dream was when he suddenly threw the knife at me.

And then, as I finally drifted off to sleep, my nightmare began. In my dream, I saw Eva standing over me with a knife in her hand. Her eyes were cold and distant, and I could feel fear rising within me. I tried to move, but my body felt paralyzed, as though I was trapped in my own mind. Eva approached me slowly, the knife glinting in the moonlight. I could see the malice in her eyes, and I knew that she was going to kill me. I tried to scream, but no sound would come out.

"I stabbed you, and then you killed me... The dream was so real…" I wrapped my arms around her as the tears finally dripped down her cheeks. "It was just a bad dream," I whispered. She leaned back and shook her head. "No, it wasn't. It felt like a vision… In this dream, I stabbed you with the Moon Blade, and you were so cold… so different."