..freedom at last..

He sat once again staring straight ahead..looking but not seeing.. The faces in his head closing in on him the screams getting louder and louder like sirens wailing inside his head.. deafening, driving him crazy.. the faces were pale..pale as snow.. their eyes red rimmed and dark inside..black  like an endless abyss pulling him in.. and there was nowhere to hide..no way to turn away from the ghosts in his head.. He blinked madly again and again trying to shake away the nightmare that hunted him not only in his sleep but in his waking hours..
"I'm not crazy..They're not real" he repeated to himself over and over..
but the ghosts kept on coming their soul ripping screams getting painfully loud until he felt blood would come out of his ears..
now he was cold..he was suddenly so cold despite heat the fireplace close to him was emanating.. like he had suddenly transported into the world of the dead.. and all that he could feel was dread..
He'd never felt such fear in his life..and all he wanted to do was scream.."Help me I'm buried alive.."..
But no sound would come out try as he may.. like his voice was suddenly stolen away.. He shook his head,he pulled his hair and suddenly the images disintegrated into thin air..
He clutched his chest and fought for breath.. every intake more painful than the other.. slowly but surely the view of his window came back and he could see the crashing waves rising and falling like angry white horses in a race..
His breathing had finally returned to normal..so he took a few unsure steps and plopped down on a chair afraid that if he stood any longer he would pass out..
He tried to put his thoughts in order..but even when the faces weren't there they were still in his head.. he could do nothing think of nothing that would erase them from his mind..
They were getting worse every day.. like angels of death that came to take him with them.. they haunted him mocked him from the underworld.. It was like being trapped in a dream with no escape.. Sleep deprived from the constant nightmares and mentally exhausted he just sat there in his worn out old chair staring outside as the waves continuously  crashed in a steady rhythm.. The sky was obscured by dark grey clouds.. the wind was howling.. like it too, was screaming in agony..  big raindrops started to fall like tears from the sky..
And like that he sat.. Again staring..but not seeing.. he didn't know how long he sat there..seconds minutes hours.. time had no meaning at this point.. but when he finally focused outside, it was dark.. he looked around.. the fireplace had gone out only ashes and smoke left.. the room had gotten colder.. but he did not care , he decided.. he would sit there and wait  for them to come.. and this time he would not fight.. he would let them take him at last.. he had no more strength to fight them..
And surely they came.. one by one they clouded his vision again.. only this time they didn't look angry or scary.. they looked sad..as if they new of his decision.. they motioned him to follow and so he did.. he got up and walked toward the big old fashioned door opened it and stepped outside into the cold moist air.. he left it open.. he wouldn't be returning, he knew.. he went down the weather beaten old wooden staircase that led directly to the beach.. the sand was swirling around like a tornado.. he went towards the dark waters and stepped into the sea..
one of the faces came closer.. it was a woman he realised.. beautiful even in her ghostly form with long wavy black hair..an image of her alive  passed through his mind.. her dark hair glossy and perfect falling down to her waist her now purplish lips bright red like roses.. her black eyes a piercing startling blue.. her chalk white complexion a healthy olive shade.. "So beautiful" he thought.. she came closer until he was inches away..she raised her slender hand.. her bony fingers lightly stroked his cheek.. she leaned in and whispered in his ear with her velvet voice "come with me" .. and so he did.. he walked further into the unknown waters..
everything around was pitch black only her greyish figure lighting his path.. the water was now up to his neck.. the waves started coming in an angrier rhythm as if they were impatient to take him away.. he closed his eyes and smiled.. images of his life flashed by like a cheesy romance movie.. memories filling his head.. he wasn't afraid now.. no.. not at all.. he was happy.. so he let himself drift.. let the waves swallow him.. and as he let out his final breath he felt nothing but peace.. everything around him disappeared.. his throat started to burn as the water entered his lungs and his consciousness started to slip away..
His last thought was "Freedom at last"..