Ethereal

Good Mood

‼️TW: TALK OF CUTTING‼️

You look around the dark room. You recognize it from when you had your recurring dreams before. You know you're dreaming, but you can't help but feel your heart beat quickly as your breath picks up pace. You struggle in your restraints and try to turn your head but you feel paralyzed.

"Hey baby." Says a familiar voice beside you. You stop struggling and dart your eyes to your left. You see your dad there with a sneaky smile on his face.

"Hello Alex." You say. Your tone is cold and low. He stops smiling and steps closer.

"Since when do you call me by my first name?" He says. You notice him fiddling with his knife in his right hand.

"You lost the title of my dad after what you did." You say. He looks over you and sets the cold knife on your exposed leg. You feel a wave of chills wash over you and you close your eyes.

"Dead or not, I'll always be your dad. Your flesh and blood." He says. He drags the knife up to your arm and makes the knife blade face down on your skin.

"You may be my father, but you're not my dad." You say. You know talking to him like this will make him angry but you don't care. You feel a certain kind of confidence as you talk to him knowing he can't really hurt you. It's different compared to when you first had the dreams.

"Is that so? Then who would you say is your dad? Certainly not one of those disgusting FBI agent men you call your friends." He says.

"They are my friends. And they're more dad material then you ever were." You say. He looks down at you angrily. He quickly slashes his knife across your arm and you flinch a little bit. You keep reminding yourself that the pain isn't real.

"You know what people like them do? They lie. They get what they want by manipulating people and their emotions." He says. He's now leaning over you. His hot breath pierces your skin and you turn away from him.

"They lie to people like you. People who hurt others for selfish reasons." You say quietly. He gives your arm another slash and you groan.

"It's only a matter of time before your little boyfriend of yours does it to you." He says. "And in the end, when you're alone and sad, you'll realize I was the only man that ever mattered."

He stands up straight and you make eye contact with him. You watch as he pulls his hand back and stabs you in your hip.

You jump awake.

Spencer isn't beside you anymore, but the book is. You close your eyes and breathe slowly to calm yourself down. Once your heart stops racing and your breath is at a normal pace you get out of bed. As you walk into the bathroom you try and forget the dream you just had. You look at yourself in the mirror and think.

"It was all in my head." You repeat to yourself. "Nothing was real."

Once you're completely calmed down you walk into the kitchen. You look around for Spencer, but he's not there. As you scan the kitchen you glance at the clock. It's 2:30 pm, which means you slept for almost three hours. You didn't expect to fall asleep after waking up, but Spencer's voice is definitely comforting enough so you aren't surprised. You grab your phone and call him.

"Hello?" He answers.

"Hey." You say. "I just woke up, where are you?"

"I had to run an errand really quick." He says. His vagueness makes you suspicious.

"What kind of errand?" You ask.

"It's a surprise." He says. His chipper voice puts you in a good mood. You smile when you hear his words.