Month: March 2015

Into the Dark (episode 3)

She looked into David’s eyes to reassure herself she was awake. He looked down at her concern with the nightmare he had just saw her have.

David: What?

Jane: I-I think he killed another girl. Or maybe he will I-I don’t know.

David: What did you s—

Jane: I have to call Helen!

She took noticed of his surprise when she pushed him out-of-the-way. She sat up and moved near her cherry wood night table. She opened the drawer and took out her gray flip phone. She noticed the Sheriff called ten times. She felt her heart sink; the number of calls from the Sheriff reminded her of the dream. She thought about the girl. From where she was sitting she looked at the carpet; looking for the wet spot. The dream felt so real to her. She looked for Helen’s number and dialed it. She took out her notebook and wrote down her dream as she held the phone to her ear. She tried to write as much detail as she could.

Helen: Hey, What’s up?

Jane: I think he killed another girl.

She waited in silence for Helen’s response. Jane looked at her beige wall trying to picture Helen’s expression.

Helen: What? How do you know?

Jane: I dreamed it, the girl’s name is Jennifer.

She knew that Helen felt just as disturbed as she did. Since she had never dreamed of any past victims. She usually would be sought out by parents, guardians, the police etc. She was good at remote viewing; being able to see where the victims were, especially if they were alive. It was easy for her to follow their spiritual essence. Almost like a unique signature in writing.

She went on and told Helen about the dream. She watched the numbers on her white digital clock change. She noticed David left the room as she spoke in detail about what she saw.

Helen: Should I call the Sheriff?

Jane: Yes, get back to me when you do.

She appreciated Helen. She had naturally became her assistant/Manager. She always did the talking for her. She got up and walked to the doorway and called out to David. Remembering her dream, she got goosebumps.

Jane: David wha—are you okay?

She heard his voice dance up the stairs.

David: Yea! Come eat woman!

She decided to leave her slippers behind and felt the cream-colored carpet beneath her feet. Jane tucked her phone in her bra and headed downstairs.

She stepped into her kitchen– a rustic design she adored. David wasn’t facing her, so she just watched him from behind.

Jane: You know you’re so sexy?

She waited for a quick response, as he always gave, but he didn’t say anything.

Jane: You okay babe?

She thought maybe he was a little upset, because she pushed him off of her. She walked towards him and felt sick to her stomach. She saw him cutting a green winter squash as she approached his side. She was startled by the coldness of stepping in water as she went to touch his shoulder. She looked down at the mahogany tiled floor and realized David’s feet were wet. She felt a sense of dread crawling on her skin like a thousand spiders. Her hand trembled as she turned him around.

Jane: David…?

Jane screamed as he turned around and she saw Jennifer with her blacked out eyes, mouth hung open, and black beetles flying out of it. Jane kept screaming as Jennifer slashed  at her, cutting her with a black handled kitchen knife.

David: Jane! Jane! Wake up!!

She opened her eyes screaming, slapping David away.

David: (Struggling to hold her) Jane—Jane it’s me!

Although she realized she was still in bed, she kept screaming.

David: It’s alright calm down, I got you.

She saw his eyes widen as he looked at her arm.

David: (grabbing her wrist) What the fuck is this?!

She looked at her forearm and saw it bleeding from a gash. She had a ball of nausea in her stomach. David took his shirt and wrapped her arm and stared at her for an answer.

David: What the fuck is this Jane? What the fuck happened?

Jane: Did I call Helen…?

David: Fuck Helen! What–?

Jane: (stares at him) Stop.

He looked at her apologetically and nodded.

David: Yes…you did.

She heard his voice tremble and his face filled with uncertainty.

David: (whispering) How could this happen?

Jane: I— (house bell rings) That has to be Helen!

She grabbed the shirt from David and jumped off the bed. She ran down the stairs and opened the door and saw Helen with Sheriff John.

Jane: What happened?

Helen: I called you five times (looking at Jane’s arm) What the hell happened?!

Jane didn’t know where to start.

Jane: Dreaming…

Helen fell silent as Jane looked at the Sheriff; she couldn’t read his expression. He handed her a picture.

John: Two days ago a girl by the name of Jennifer Conway went missing.

She looked at the picture, it was the drowned girl from her dream.


I stand quietly

Absolutely brilliant! Best letter I’ve read!

Dirty, Naked & Happy

I stand quietly while you do somersaults on the bed as you aren’t being naughty, you are just trying to get your out of sync body under control.

I stand quietly by the toilet door every time you need to go, and come with you around the house, and sometimes even just across the room, because I know you can feel truly frightened when you are not near me.

I stand quietly at the supermarket checkout while everyone stares at you barking like a dog and blowing raspberries on my arms to cope with the buzzing lights.

I stand quietly while you tell the baffled shop owner that you are looking for shoes that feel hard like splintered wood because your skin can’t bear soft things.

I stand quietly when the attendant gives us scornful looks when I ask for the key to the disabled toilet because the hand dryer…

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Eliza & Rose

My mind creates the stories,
But my heart recites the poems.
I aim for everlasting glory,
And a loving peaceful home.

I wear my soul on my sleeve,
But with a golden shield in hand.
My mind filled with wonderful dreams
My body in an exotic dance.

I am love and I am war;
Nothing but chaos and change.
I am the leader; I am the core,
On my lover’s lips is my name.

I am submission; I am power,
Passionate, clever, and bold.
Consoled in my embrace; in anger you will cower
My love never bought or sold.

I am fierce and a warrior
Beside you I will stand up and fight
There is more than this innocent exterior
Blessed with the gift of sight.

Although I have many flaws
I am full of intensity and fire
I always look for that open door
I have many yearnings and desires

I am one and the same.
I will never be ashamed.

Elizarose Nicolas

Into the Dark episode 2

Into the Dark Episode 2

The radio fell from her grip. She looked at Helen who had also heard the news. With tears in her eyes, she looked down at her hands. They were still trembling and hadn’t noticed her body shaking until Helen’s embrace stopped her.

Helen: Oh honey, I’m sorry.

Jane felt her face heavy with sadness, her tears distorted her vision.

Jane: How did he know? I just don’t understand.

Helen helped her to her feet and she straightened out her clothing.

Helen: Come on hun. Let’s get you home.

They heard a wail come from the hallway. Helen and Jane looked at each other as the father of the victim walked in with anger as his courage.

Mr. Greene: You just couldn’t get to her quick enough?! What good of a psychic are you if you can’t save them?!

Jane could see the father’s sadness; his agony stabbing his chest. She didn’t know what to tell him. She thought how anyone could cope with the loss of a child.

Jane: I’m so sorry Mr. Greene. I –I tried to—

Mr. Greene: You shouldn’t give anyone hope if you can’t save them!!

Helen: Hey! Back off! Where were you when she was trying to find your daughter? You didn’t do any be—

Jane: (whispering) Helen no.

She knew what Helen said bought his spirit to his knees.

Jane: My condolences to you and your family. I’m so so sorry.

She walked down the hallway and saw the police trying to comfort the wailing mother. With the eyes of disbelief hacking her down, Jane tried to avoid their eyes. Helen walked beside her, guiding her out of the precinct. As they approached the main entrance, John walked in with a sad expression on his face. She couldn’t look at him in the eye.

John: Ja—

Without looking at him she spoke softly.

Jane: I’m sorry, I can’t.

She walked out and could hear him calling her name.


They sat together in the car and she handed her the blade.

Helen: Jane, don’t do this.

Jane: You know I have to.

Helen: But why?

Jane turned her back to Helen and exposed her shoulder. On the left side of her shoulder stood scars for every victim she couldn’t save—all twenty one of them. Helen held the blade in her hand. Jane could hear the nervousness in her voice.

Helen: You saved a lot of people. Don’t they count?

Jane: It’s enough they are alive and well.

Helen: So don’t do this to yourself.

Jane needed to feel the pain, to remember them; to look at herself and think of every victim. She remembered all of their names. She turned around and looked at Helen. She could sense her worry. She took the blade away and hugged her.

Jane: It’s okay. You don’t have to do it. I’m sorry for asking.

She was glad she met Helen. She never would’ve thought she would have had a friend like her.

Helen: I owe you my happiness.

Jane: No Hel—

Helen: No. I do, and because of that I would do anything for you, but hun, I just can’t do this.

Jane remembered the day she met her; she felt her pocket vibrate.

Jane: (looking at screen) It’s John.

Helen: That Sheriff cutie sure is persistent.

Jane smiled, but sent the call straight to voicemail. He called five seconds after and she pressed the end button.

Jane: Please take me home.


They pulled up to her house. She loved her house; a Georgian colonial home of white and gray. She felt safe, especially inside with her fiancé. She was looking forward to seeing him; with the day she was having.

Helen: Here we are hun.

Jane: (gives kiss on cheek) See you Elle.

She got out of the car and walked towards the house. Her spirit felt like she was running although she was only walking. She turned her key and walked in. She fell to her knees crying.

Fiancé: Jane? Are you home?

She couldn’t answer with the knot in her throat. The effort to speak was painful like scraping against glass.

Jane: Da-vid I-I’m here.

She saw him walk in from the sitting area and she could tell by his face he knew what was wrong. He grabbed her hands and lifted her up. He touched her face, kissed, and hugged her.

David: I’m so sorry babe. I know how much they mean to you. Did you do it yet?

Jane: No.

David: I’ll do it.

She handed him the blade and they walked up to their bedroom.


She sat on the edge of the bed and took off her shirt. He sat beside her as she turned her back towards him.

David: You ready?

Jane: (whispering) Yea.

He made a small cut, but deep enough to make it scar. She winced from the pain, but thought of Rebecca Greene and her missing person’s photo. She felt him dab the cut with peroxide.

Jane: Why do you always do that?

David: People have died over smaller injuries.

Jane: (chuckles) Okay.

She felt him kiss her neck and turned her face to kiss her mouth. She always melted when he kissed her. She kissed him back with every passion she had for him. He kissed her body from her neck to between her legs. He knew exactly where to put his mouth. He caressed her body and the sensations she felt were unexplainable. His thrusts were passionate and intense. She could feel herself build up her release. She put her arms around his back and felt him go deeper and harder. He made her moan with intense pleasure.

Jane: I’m cumming baby.

He went faster until they both released together. Every time she had an orgasm, she felt like she was high. Her body felt like she was having an outer body experience. She smiled at him and kissed him on the lips. She felt the moisture of his sweat and pressed her lips together.


She opened her eyes and realized she’d fallen asleep. It was dark when she looked at the clock: 9:00 p.m. She squinted as she looked at her phone and saw ten missed calls from Sheriff John. She realized her bed was empty and called out to David.

Jane: David?

She heard someone walking, but got no answer. She got up and put on her amethyst silk robe, and her slippers. She felt odd and scared. She walked slowly to the door and called out to David again.

Jane: David? What are you doing?

Still, she received no response. She felt uncomfortable and stood in the middle of the door. She heard a whisper behind her and jolted around, but the room was still empty. She turned to the door to see a dull gray skinned girl with soaked brown hair covering her face. Decorated with autumn leaves, her hair was full of debris that seemed to have come from a river. Her curls were dripping wet and was staining the carpet. Jane realized that the girl had no pants on. She had a red and white pinstripe shirt marked with blood stains. On the left side of her shirt a rectangular name-tag said: Hi my name is Jennifer. Jane stood staring at the girl. She extended her hand to reach out to her.

Jane: J-Jennifer?

The girl suddenly looked up and had gashes across her face and behind her stood a tall man dressed in black. The same person she saw through Rebecca’s eyes and who knew she was watching.

Jennifer: Save me.

Jane screamed.


David: Honey wake up!

She opened her eyes and saw David shaking her. She looked up and saw that it was still daylight outside.

David: You were screaming. Are you alright?

Jane: He killed another girl.

How do you want to be loved?

You ask, “How do you want to be loved?”

I say, “kiss me; tell me I’m better than wine.

To hold my heart as if it were an egg

touch me so I know that you’re mine

Make my body immortalize your name.”

How do you want to be loved?

You ask with such worry on your lips

I say, “I want to live forever in your arms

and die at the same time by your kiss.”

“Heal my scars.”, I say.

“Show me that true love is kind;

that the hours are not met with decay

Tell me all you need is my time.”

I ask, “Can you ever love me this way?”

Face held as I am crying

“I will love you forever.”, he said.

“Or I will die trying.”


I sit beside you and I can smell your scent.

I taste it on my lips like vanilla oil from my lip balm.

I breathe you in and my heart races.

I can close my eyes and picture every line on your body– a map I have studied with great detail.

I can stare at you for hours like a painting with a secret message;

Your movement excites my every passion.

How a simple gesture softens my heart– a wall that crumbles with a kiss.

Your essence whispers to my soul and inspires it to live;

your love, my true immortality of war and bliss.