A real nightmare.- part 2

I knew from the start that something was going wrong.

I didn’t dare to move. Did I really have a knife on my neck ? Or was it just my imagination ?

I breathed in deeply again. There was just one way to know if all what was happening was true or a project of my imagination.  I moved, only a millimeter. As soon as I did it, I regreted doing so. When I moved, I felt a sharp pain. I could feel how my blood was coming down my  neck. Without thinking, I put my hands where it hurt so bad. It wasn’t a deep cut, but it was painful.

The good thing is that the knife had disappeared from my neck. I was happy but, as fast as the happiness came to me,  it disappeared. The knife now was again on my neck. This couldn’t be real. I started to feel overwhelmed. I couldn’t move anymore. If I moved, I would end up having  more cuts on my neck.

I felt like I was in a tiny room where you don’t have any space and where you can’t get out. I quickly started to think of the posibilities I had to escape.

All of sudden, a light sound brought me back to reality. I focused my attention and tried to guess what that sound was. I was petrified. I started to sweat, to sweat due to the fear.

That familiar voice. It couldn’t be real. This couldn’t be happening.

How was this possible ? I was living a nightmare indeed. A nightmare with no way out. This was the end.