Weekly Contest, "Creating Stories Week #6 | Story Name: THE ABYSS OF FEAR

Hello steemians,
I'm attending the story writing contest by @adeljose and my story is a #steemitexclusive . I 'm sharing the contest link here : Weekly Contest, "Creating Stories Week #6".

THE ABYSS OF FEAR

Falling asleep is immersion in the sea of sleep. Gradually, from the shallow waters in which the sunlight is reflected, you fall into dark abysses, where it is absent. It's cold there, you feel the traces of vague instincts. The dream is sailing to unknown shores, descending to unknown depths,the self exits the body to restore disturbances during the day cosmic rhythm. Sometimes in a dream you see what happened during the day, sometimes you receive a signal for something to come. And sometimes… Sometimes you reach the very bottom, where the ghosts of fears are hidden in the wreckage of shattered hopes, the remains of cut anchors and shipwrecked dreams…
They live there, at the bottom of dreams, on the edge of reality and secretly waiting for an opportunity to remind you of themselves. Although disembodied and invisible in good weather, they are not harmless. Because when there is a storm in you, when thunder is raining and thundering in your soul, when the poisonous arrows of hatred fly to your heart, and the pain flows like lava on your body, then…Then they open their scary eyes and wake up. They, the ghosts of fear. Their touch is icy, their icy breath pierces, numbs the soul. Fears feed on bits of soul. Like tumors, they don't stop having their killer feast until they kill their host (or are killed). You wonder, "And can they?" They can wake up suddenly and emerge from their gloomy abodes. They can break through and sink your ship. They can kill. Slowly and painfully.They can cripple you. Quickly and permanently, let them leave traces of their tentacles on you. They can and will do it. If you feed them. If you believe in them. If you allow them to embrace you, to penetrate you. If you find yourself at the bottom without faith in your heart.
Then even if you try to run, there is nowhere to run. You will always get tired, you will fall asleep, you will fall into a deep sleep and you may not get up. This will be the end of both the tale and the narrator.
That's why I'm watching over your sleep. I secretly dive after you and look at the bottom. I am not afraid, because your fears are powerless before me, and mine do not dare to show themselves because they are afraid of you. From the mercy in your eyes, from your pale tortured face, from the soul, the suffering soul that does not hate despite the horror of the permanent pain, from the bloodless heart that is ready to suffer for the pain of others as for its own.
That's why I'm learning to hold my breath underwater. I`m leaarning how keep my eyes open and recognize the eyes of evil, how to watch over your sleep. I know when you wake up and every time I pray it's not in pain. I pray fall asleep again and the immersion in the waters of sleep will be gentle and smooth.
I talk to your pain while you sleep, I caress her, I ask her, I call her "dear pain" I want to convince her to go away. Evil can only be eradicated with good. Good that does not expect retribution, good for the good itself. So that we can look fear in the eyes and not look away. There in the sea of sleep. In the deepest abyss…

The artwork by NS was used with the kind permission of the author

THE END