The Haunted’s Kiss of Regret and Repentance

“My love…” my hair moved to the side, and I knew that the entity in my room was caressing my hair while it was in front of me. Cold and dead fingers touched and played with my hair, and I was losing focus because of the cold and the presence, but I remembered something.

The white light that always visited me and helped me. I remembered the warmth that I felt whenever I prayed, and so I took a deep breath again and prayed.

“Praying?” The voice laughed, and it was demonic. It was like a multitude of voices, and I trembled a bit, but I continued to pray from under my breath while the laughter increased.

“Praying with fear in your heart only makes me happier, my love,” the voice teased. I stopped praying and he laughed louder.

“Lord,” I said, “James 4:7 Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.” I repeated the verse again and again like a chant while the entity inside of the room laughed louder and louder.

“Stupid!” The voice screamed, and I knew it was now in front of me as I felt like something was holding on my neck, but there was nothing touching me. It was like I was choking, but nothing was there.

“Lord,” I said in a gruff tone. I was barely whispering, “L-Lord, you said in, J-John 10:10, The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy, b-but Lord, you come that we may h-have life, and have it to the f-full.” I chanted again and again.

I was going back and forth with the two verses, and I was slapped hard. I fell to the ground, and my eyes snapped open. I looked up to two anger filled eyes. My dad.

I blinked, and my dad was no longer there. However, I looked at the door as it broke down and fell to the ground while the furniture I used to block it was harshly pushed to the side. I realized that there were at least five people outside of my room, and the first one inside was my mother.

“Shyne!” She ran to me and gave me a bone crushing hug and inspected me. She was saying something, but I couldn’t hear or understand her. I felt like I was numb, and I was just sitting up and looking at her while she touched my face, looked at my arms, and I realized that she had tears falling from her eyes and rolling down her cheek.

I looked to the side and I saw Perry and Izzy sitting beside me on either side a foot away. It was as if they were stopping themselves from crowding me since my mom was still talking. She was saying things that I didn’t understand. I was so sleepy, and I felt like my body was getting weaker and weaker. Black. everything turned black, and I could hear worried screams of voices, but they faded as I slowly lost consciousness.

I felt my body being lifted up and moved, but I couldn’t think of anything to say or do aside from welcoming the sleepiness that was now in front of me.

In the darkness of the sleepy void I was in, I knew that my depression didn’t help with controlling my emotions. I somehow knew that this was another dream, and the open space that was surrounding my floating body felt so good that I didn’t want to wake up anymore.

My eyes snapped open, and this time, I was standing on a barren island. I had another dream. This time, Rian wasn’t there, but there were women. Sluts who were laughing and cheering around me. I didn’t like them, and I saw that around the horizon, there were two islands. The other was bright, and it felt like I knew what it was, and I had to go there. The other island was gloomy and dark, and there was thunder and lightning surrounding it.

I looked at the water, and the ocean was crystal clear. I could even see the corals in the ocean. I looked back at the sluts, and I decided to take a deep breath and ran towards the ocean. I was shocked when I realized I was running above the water, and I wasn’t getting wet. I was walking on water. I kept running, and I could see all the fishes and aquatic life below me. It felt amazing!

I looked up and I saw that the big snake was now in front of me. The snake was almost twenty feet tall, and it was a king cobra with three red eyes. I could hear its voice, and it was the same voice as the voice that was laughing at my prayer in my room. I was frozen in fear again. I couldn’t even close my eyes because I was petrified with fear.

“Shyne,” a warm voice spoke behind me. I felt warm from the voice, and I saw that it was the bright man. I still couldn’t look at his face, because it was too bright, but I looked at his hands that had held on them. It was weird. I felt like I should know him, but my mind was just focusing on the warmth the man brought.

He grabbed the snake’s tail that I never noticed was around my leg, and he threw the snake back at the black island, and I realized the sluts were now behind me, and they hissed as they melted in front of the bright man.

“Shyne,” the man in front of me spoke, and I just looked down out of fear that he would also melt me with his gaze.

“Come, Shyne. Be baptized,” he said, and I looked up at him, and for the first time, I saw his smile, but not his entire face. I only caught a glimpse of his smile. He baptized me, and I woke up.

I saw that I was in the hospital, and by the looks of it, my sister was the one guarding me, since she was the one asleep on the sofa beside my bed.

“Hey,” Izzy said when she felt me looking at her, “Are you alright? Do you need anything?” she asked.

“No, sis, I’m fine. Can you give me my phone?”

I sent the dream to my pastor to interpret it, and she said the Lord is telling me that I have the choice whether to be free or not. But, I need to remove everything that ties me to Rian and my past. I needed to start again.

I only stayed for a day at the hospital, and I found out that after my mom was slapped by my dad, she fought with him, and he was now on a business trip in Rome. He knew what happened to me, but didn’t mention it. My father finished the needed arrangement for my transfer to the states, however, I was able to convince him to let me study law nearby while guards surrounded me.

I hated the setup, but it was better than going abroad. A month passed, and I just learned how to pray more, read more words, and get lesser nightmares. However, due to law school being too hectic, I couldn’t sleep enough. The nightmares were lesser, but the depression and insanity I had was increasing because of the shadows around me that’s bothering me from time to time.

After a few weeks in law school, Brixton and I met at my new school and we talked about my state as the shameful heir, and my slipping sanity. The news quickly spread to our common friends, and my name was getting more popular by the moment.

“Babe,” he said, “you need to relax from time to time. You look like death. You’re still beautiful, but your aura is hell.”

He tried to comfort me and give advice, and I welcomed them. However, when he talked about his feelings again, I still rejected him for my fear of the curse and my father’s anger. He went home with tears in his eyes, and so did I.

I went home after a month of studying law, and went to the church to talk to the pastor of my desired deliverance. I decided to be baptized by water to finally escape the torment. Maybe, just maybe, I can breathe.

I looked down at my phone, and it was my friend Randy.

“Shyne, I think Brixton just found a new babe.” My heart sank.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.