Endless nightmares plague my restless sleep.
Sleep is thought to be such a peaceful thing. A place where you can close your eyes and forget about all your troubles, if only for just a moment. Of course, our subconscious doesn't always have the same thing in mind.
It's common to dream about things that are bothering you. If what they say is true, then I can only guess what my dreams have been saying about me.
Some of us choose to live our lives riddled with guilt, let it build up and fester on the inside. Others choose to let their worries go, like water flowing down a stream. Neither option, in its extreme, is healthy.
I believe that most people, including myself, fall into the former category. While countless people fall into the latter, a majority of the population choose to let their guilt and shame eat at them from the inside out. Guilt and shame often take refuge in our subconscious; choosing to take shape at night as dreams.
Endless nightmares that plague restless sleep.
Waking up in the middle of the night, the air in your lungs is freezing cold despite the moderate temperature of the room. A burning pit of a stomach resembling the shame we try to hide in daylight.
Beads of sweat littering your face, as if you had gone out for a run in the middle of the night. The allure of sleep battling against the lurking fear.
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"Marie?" A young girl yawned.
Despite darkness filling the room, I could briefly make out the young girl's figure through the darkness. A blanket she had loosely wrapped around herself had fallen down to her shoulders. She stood at the foot of my bed, her head barely peeking over the end of the bed frame .
I yawned, "(Y/n)? What are you doing? It's the middle of the night"
She took my reply as an invitation, making her way over and crawling into my bed.
I shifted over, letting the young girl curl up beside me.
"I had a bad dream," (Y/n) began, "can I sleep with you tonight?"
I grunted. She was already in bed with me.
"I had a bad dream. You turned into a Titan and left me alone." (Y/n) whispered.
My heart was aching for the young girl. She was so young. She shouldn't even know about things like that. Sometimes I think there are two (Y/n)s. One, a girl who's much too smart for her age; and two, a little girl who's scared of the world around her. In the end, she's a scared girl who rarely gets things wrong.
"Can you promise me something?" (Y/n) asked. Her voice was soft, barely a whisper. Despite my irritable mood I took a deep breath. She was my sister after all.
I grunted something close to a yes.
"Promise you'll never leave me. Marie, I need you to promise you'll never leave me!"
"I don't need to promise to never leave you, because I won't. But if it helps you go to sleep faster, I promise I'll never leave you."
(Y/n), a scared little girl who rarely gets things wrong closed her eyes, finally ready to fall asleep.
(Y/n), a little girl who got something wrong as she crawled into my bed. I doubt she'll ever remember these nights; and I wonder where she got strange ideas like people turning into Titans from?
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Friend or Foe... (AoT Reader Insert)
Fanfic"If I didn't know the dangers of the life I had chosen then I wouldn't have chosen it...the moment I agreed to this life was the moment the world was telling me to die. So if someone told me to die, would I? Well, I guess I would." First installment...
