Here Lies White Visions

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[Contest Piece]


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Nothing's change.


I toss and turn at night. Still remembering those tunes I heard every night. This was my retreat. In my bed.

I stared at the dark wall, keeping myself to think nothing and fall to oblivion. Trying to vanquish those ideas in my head was really hard. I wonder if this is insomnia.

There's no one but me to face those dreadful eyes that haunts me every time a nightmare comes. I have no one to come to. I escaped a couple of breath. Remembering those things made me shudder and my heart skip a beat…then like I'd run a chase.

Somehow, I managed to sleep. But then like always. I sat bolt up adrenaline coursed through my veins…there's the music…a melancholy that made me forget peace.

I swallowed.


I got to face it. I've got to.


Slowly, I lit up another lantern and walk out my room. I inhale the musty scent lining to my nostrils. Even its homey feeling doesn't take my fear anymore. This mansion had me a prisoner for two years now. And within those two years my thoughts were screaming like, I'm going under! Someone drag me to the light!.


I need someone.


I always needed someone.



To embrace me.



To feel safe.



To feel comfort.



I followed the music, a couple of steps then I made my way to the piano room. Easy, I told myself. I didn't dare to look at my back, nervous that I would end screaming waking up the others.


I held my breath and ease the wooden door open. It made screeching sounds like I expected. I stepped inside, relieving myself by the lantern's light. In one scan, I noticed nothing. But the music…is still playing. My eyes adjusted and all the color drained on my face.

There was my nightmare…

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"Deep into that darkness peering,
long I stood there, wondering, fearing,
doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever
dared to dream before."

- Edgar Allan Poe


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He was there…playing his song, the song that made me restless those fearful nights. I can no longer hold my breath.


I gasped.


My heart pounded—in very loud thuds.


I fell a few steps back at the wall and tightly; I close my eyes, avoiding, with my effort, those eyes. He steps closer. I can feel him, his presence.



He's not untouchable.






I felt his warmth.




He's not a ghost.



His real.



"You're listening." His voice was soft.

At first, I didn't recognize the statement. "Y—yes."

He leaned back and run his hand on his hair. "Just don't do that again, please, Miss (name)."

I bit back my question, how did he know my name? And what can't I do?
I nod. He starts playing again this time I think it wasn't a Nocturne. It wasn't Chopin. I knew it wasn't. "Bach." He only glanced at me and with one stare of his amethyst eyes, he confirmed it was.

"It's very sad." I whispered.

He didn't answer.

Somehow, his presence gave me comfort.

He finished the song. "I—I see you played quite fair often, sir…" my voice trailed.

"My apologies Miss (name). I bid you enjoyed my performance, something lacked at the end I thought."

"Oh. Of course." I clapped. It was a dry gesture…awkward even. Here in a dimly lit room with only him in my company.

"I'll be honest, you sir played here while I, tossing and turning in my bed finding reassurance, always thought that you are a nightmare."

He laughed a marvelous picture to behold. "You're quite right…no, 'tis not a nightmare you were in." He stared at me, again those amethyst eyes piercing deep inside me. He smiled slyly and stood up, noticing I let my guard down. He lift up my chin. "I am but a dream…" and then he kissed me...