• My dear self; I curse repeatedly; for that dream, that awakening to the realistic life that sat before me, my dear Elenora’s death. Some may call this total madness, but I do not then again I could be mad, yet I will not admit my insanity. I mourn over the loss of my dear Elenora, is that madness? I ask you, I think not! Sadness shows love for one’s god given faithful companion. I dare say You are mad to tell me I am insane!

    The twist of that night frightened me more than anything in the world. I fear this fright, this feeling of guilt, may cause my clear descent into madness. Yet I feel as if there had been something missing that dreadful night, like a lost puzzle piece, or a missing ingredient, something was not correct. This dream was a nightmare that began the insanity that now fills my mind.

    Hand in hand locked beside each other forever; I walked with Elenora in great silence. The moon was high in the royal blue sky; Elenora’s eyes, the eyes of an angel, glittered with the reflection of the bright full moon. Her hands were as smooth as a baby’s bottom as they rested in mine. I stared and walked with my love: my cousin, my dear Elenora; a lady angelically marvelous in person and not less amazing in spirit.

    I loved Elenora, and deeply, for she was too magnificent to not stare at. She was as lovely as a red rose in the morning sun as the previous night’s fog settled among her ruby petals; allowing her to shimmer with greater beauty. The rose tint that rested upon her cheeks was too bright and too pure; it was unworldly, more so heavenly. Her grace, her demure prettiness and her sweetness all radiated out to those who knew her. The touch of her smooth hands sent shrills of excitement and joy up and down my partially crooked spine. I could not live without her, my one true love, the gorgeous, one and only, Elenora. Our steps echoed among the cement path that followed beside a marvelous moonlit lake.

    Suddenly, a great overbearing feeling gripped my body and mind and I began to sway back and forth feeling extremely dizzy and quite judged, by Elenora; even through her mouth had not opened yet. I feared greatly that I might ruin this great moment in time, but I did not; she did.

    Elenora swiftly turned around and stepped in front of me. She leaned in close to my face and smelt the breath that released from my mouth. Pulling back quickly, she stared at me with furious and hurt eyes, then I felt a pain of stinging on my cheek; she had smacked me hard.

    “You promised to stop, Edgar, you promised.” She cried smacking me once more.

    I stared at her for a moment and before I could stop myself, I clenched my fist and hit her hard in the jaw. She fell with a thud and screamed an ear-piercing scream.

    “I knew it,” She exclaimed a bit shaken by the fact that I hit her, “You lied. You don‘t love me...”

    Elenora got up and began to walk away but I would not let her; I could not let her.

    ”Wench!” I yelled grabbing her hair and yanking her to the ground, “Where in the devil’s name do you think you’re going?”

    I stopped for a moment and looked at my hand; there sat a handful of hair; looking down upon Elenora’s head, I gasped silently at the sight. Blood was seeping into her hair as her lips parted again and this time she did not speak, she screamed at the top of her lungs; a blood curdling scream that caused dogs to arouse from their slumber and begin barking. She kept on screaming and she tried to stand and run but I grabbed her and harshly shoved her into the shallow lake water. I jumped in after her and clambered on top of her pinning her down; her whole face was soon submerged under water.

    Elenora kicked and squirmed trying to break my grasp on her, but I was too strong. Twenty seconds, thirty seconds, forty seconds, she slowly grew weaker and weaker. Fifty seconds had I counted, yet she was still fighting me. One minute, and she was dead; I had killed her; drowned the love of my life.

    I began to panic, so I grabbed her and dragged her lifeless body out of the lake. I began to scan the area around me in search of something heavy. Noticing a large heavy looking rock, I stumbled towards it and lifted it up off the ground. It was not much but it would hold Elenora down. Dropping the rock in a boat that I had spotted earlier, I lifted Elenora’s dead body off the ground and staggered towards the boat.

    Dumping Elenora in the boat, I climbed in and picked up two wooden paddles. The boat moved gracefully as I paddled calmly in the water. Reaching what I had estimated as the middle, I grabbed a fine rope that sat beneath my bare feet and tied it securely around the large misshapen rock. With quick hands, I fastened the other end of the rope around Elenora’s feet. Everything was ready when I paused, and had a reoccurring thought. Then I shook it away and lifted the rock.

    “I love you, my dear Elenora!” I cried dropping the rock into the water.

    I watched in silence as the rope unraveled until it pulled the dead and lovely Elenora deep into the lake. I paddled back inland and mounted the boat upon the dark and lonely shore. Suddenly, I felt woozy; the setting around me change and I was soon surrounded by water.
    In the water, I saw something in the distance and I began swimming towards it, or so I thought. Closer and closer, I came to it then I realized it was Elenora. She floated silently in the water and I stared unaware of what was going to happen.

    Suddenly her eyes popped open and a doll like smile slowly appeared as if it was plastered upon her decaying face. Then she vanished. I looked around me and soon my mind was filled with unexplainable thoughts.

    “Elenora?” I called out (or so I thought)

    Then out of nowhere, she appeared in front of me and began to strangle me.

    “I love you, my dear Edgar, so I shall kill you!” She screamed.

    Sitting up in bed I looked around me, everything was dry and quiet. Shaking my head, I called out.

    “Elenora?” I called softly to the dark.

    “Yes, is something wrong?” I heard in reply.

    “No, lovely, just a vague dream in which you passed away by my own two hands.”

    “Strange, my love, very strange.” Elenora said from the other room.

    Elenora’s back appeared in the doorway as she carried a tray of food. Her skin looked pale and unnatural, and her dark hair dripped water

    She turned around to face me. Her face was decayed and her eyes were white as paper and she was soaked.

    “O love, I don’t think it was a dream...”