As soon as she turns around, the beauty of my surroundings fades. I see blank, cream brick walls. I see pink bedsheets. I hear screaming and crying and shouting and apologies.

I look down at myself, and see blood pooling at my feet. The sound of a phone buzzing hums around me, growing louder with each second. Unknown faces surrounding me, some laughing, some crying out for help.

And finally, they all fade down to a solitary voice: "I trusted you. I needed you. I loved you. I trusted you. I..."

And it repeats over and over and over while lights flash before my eyes and another scream splits the air. Pain washes over me, and I fall to the ground. The blood around me grows darker, and I know that I'm dying.

My breath is far from normal now, and with every gasp, I feel more pain. My lungs are about to burst. My heart is about to stop. More voices start to merge in with the constant chanting, some mad, some worried.

A notebook opens in front of me, the wind blowing the pages over. I only get to read a bit of the poems inside.

And beneath this dream
I hide a

She never saw
The true inside
Of the ev

what he knew
She couldn't
Even start

And eventually, it all narrowed down to broken and hidden and secrets and promise.

I open my mouth to scream, but no noise comes out.

And just as suddenly, I am thrown back into the presence of the mysterious woman. I am shaking, shivering, and I can't stop. She seems to notice, and drapes a jacket over my shoulders.

"I'm sorry you had to see that." She says, sadness lacing her voice. "I'm afraid that the shaking won't stop for another few hours."

"What...what was that?" I stammer.

She sighs. "Something that I can not say. Not now."

And one more vision passes through my mind- a girl, curled up on those pink bedsheets, a blue notebook in front of her. Tears are falling onto the pages, onto the sheets. Looking at the notebook, I see that she's writing journal entries, not poems.

And with that, I am back in my own bed. No mysterious lady. No journals. No screaming.

Only memory, which I know is the strongest hold of them all.