Sharry 3

“Get away from you?” He snorted, “Oh Sharry, you’re hurting my feelings!” “He knows my name,” Sharry thought, he’d said it earlier too. “How the hell do you know my name?”Sharry asked. “Who are you, what do you want with me?” “Was it you? Did you bring me to this weird forest place?” “Questions questions questions…so many questions.”he sneered. “I’m surprised you don’t recognize my voice, Sharry. But, I suppose, it has been a long long time. Back then I’d only visit your dreams. I’m your very own Mr Nightmare Sharry…BOO!!” He threw his head back and laughed with that horrific sound again. 

“W-Wh-what, n-n-no! You were only just a dream! Mr Nightmare isn’t real,”Sharry remarked frantically. Well, my dad said he wasn’t real. Could it really be…? No. That’s crazy! “You can’t be real. You don’t exist. They told me I was wrong. That you didn’t climb through the window and into my dreams. I only imagined it in my sleep. You were, or rather, Mr Nightmare was just that, a nightmare!! He wasn’t real!”she yelled as she tried to wiggle out of his awkward embrace. “Sorry to disappoint babe, but I’m not just a nightmare, I was Mr Nightmare to you. I thought it would be the best way to meet you. But you were scared of me and I turned into your Mr Nightmare. But that nickname isn’t very flattering Sharry. I’m not all bad. But don’t doubt it, it is me. Oh I’m real Sharry, I’m alive and kicking and flying.” He laughed sardonically. “What, wait, did you just say flying?” Sharry asked incredulously.” You’re crazy! You can’t fly!!” “Oh, no?” He said, “watch me!” He pushed her out of his arms, took off his trench coat and suddenly the scariest and yet the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen appeared before her. He had jet black wings that matched his hair. The span of his wings had to be at least 5 feet per wing. The wings shone in the moonlight and reflected it back like dark ripples on an evening stream. They were magnificent. 

Stumbling over her words, all she could get out was, “Wow!” “Pretty sweet, right.”He said. “Now about that flying thing…”He was unable to finish his sentence, as he was cut off by a low deep growl, Sharry slowly turned around to see a wolf, no, make that a whole pack of wolves surrounding her and, and, the flying man, nightmare guy. They were  baring their teeth and growling low in their throats. Sharry instinctively knew that these wolves were about to attack. The next thing seemed to happened in slow motion. The lead wolf jumped into the air, flying straight towards her and in that exact same moment she felt someone’s arms wrap around her and, before she could even get her scream out, she realized that she was going up, up, up, so quickly she nearly threw-up!! The winged man was holding her tight against him. She didn’t dare look down. She wasn’t quite a fan of heights. But, in that moment she, strangely, felt safe with this bird man. “Hey, bird dude, what’s your name anyway?” Sharry asked. He sighed, “I’m Michael,” he said, “and I’m not a bird dude, I’m an Angel, an Arch Angel actually…”

To help with research and treatment for Trigeminal Neuralgia please go to (Trigeminal Neuralgia and Me) to sign a petition to have the World Health Organization (WHO) add Trigeminal Neuralgia (TN) to their “Health topic list.””Hopefully one day I’ll get it right, or at least have fun, while about it I write!!”

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