Well, dream time was over.

There was no going back. No more second chances. Nothing else. At all.o wind, no noise, absolutely nothing as I woke, it was simply over. I can safely assure endings are never happy, and goodbyes are as cruel as myself. I can tell by experience that anything begun with a Once Upon a Time is not too end well, if it ends at all. You are most probably against that. Well don't be. Cant you see all happy endings aren't endings a t all. They're just stories cut short at the second they're happy. But a true end can only be said in tears. Human beings refuse to believe in this endings. They, us, we like to believe that any end is just some sort of transaction, that there might be something after. But there isn't. Some time, our stories are cut short, even if they're not at their happiest. A Jonathan Kepler said things never ended. He thought that the missery, the struggle, the grief, we went through once, we would go through again. I personally believe he was afraid of death. That he'd rather believe in going back to his misfortune that to face death. I don't. I want it to be over. Soon. I want to never wake up, to remain in a enclosed sleep-like state, unable to thing. Unable, to dream, to hope. Safe from getting my hopes broken once and twice and every time I hoped. I am glad to say, we'll all end. However, there are certain things that never end. They just repeat itself over and over again. Like seasons. Unfortunately, we're not seasons. We are human beings; and as much as you refuse to take it, we will end. And I'm ready to face it.

My eyes where, painfully, slung opened. All lights where out. Only shadows stood in the way of my sight. There was a sudden grudge in waking up by myself. I stared at what should be my hands. The tip of my fingers shaking violently. I bend them into a fist holding them too tightly. It was awfully cold. I blinked repetitively, as the slightest ray of moonlight hurts me. It takes a while for my eyes to adjust to the lacking light. Then, I found I wasn't alone. It was worse yet. Far worse. As I tried to remember my dream, the images of those who lied sleeping in the hospital bedroom suffering for my cause. I could imagine mom's and dad's face when I woke. Even if I couldn't tell how long I'd been out, I could tell they knew by now. And there, in the darkness, their serene faces lying one against the other, haunted me with the illusion of anger that would replace them. Haunted them with the pity that mother would feel, the shame. They where ashamed of me. Who wouldn't--when even I despise my own face for this seconds, I repress myself for feeling what they would.

My parents always gave me the best, it wasn't them who shaped me into a demon. No, I was hauled by shadows, black crouching figures who wouldn't flee with the lights. They where not to blame. It was always me.

Next up, Yi-ze. If anyone should be there, that was her. She was such a good friend. After so much I'd put her through, I always had for sure she'd be there. There wasn't a single way to stop her. Often I wonder why she was so stubborn. Yi-ze was probably the only person who saw that old Selene I used to be when she stared into my eyes. And I just kept hurting her over and over again. Devising what she thought was my soul. Why couldn't she tell that wasn't me anymore. That is what hurt her. My ghost. The ghost that hid in the gloom of thoughts, tempting from the mirrow of my eyes. It was her! Not me. not me. not me.

There was no one else in the room. My heart fell. For a stupid reason I thought there would actually be someone else! Anyone else...maybe even...No! I scream myself mentally not to ever say the name again. I shook forceful until my head banged the window. Me hands hustle to the spot.

Everything hurt. Like they would--wouldn't. I wouldn't let them. No more, I chose. No more hurt, no more pain. Nightmares should be over for them as they would be for me. I stand lumpish holding up from the night table.

Then perhaps, pitty might fall upon my memory. Maybe, if my luck runs high, I might be forgotten. All my mistakes earased from the mind of men. I picture them smiling; they'd where so cheerful, smiling widely and opened for the world. I smile, suddenly feeling well for all of them. As I do, smiles can only take me to a single place; with them, the people I care for the most. The warmth claims my body, ravages into me...No. Dream time's over. For all of us.

The shivering breeze slid in by the same window I left. Yeah, I should be forgotten.