𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛[𝙳.𝚆]

038

I wake up in a cold sweat, sitting up as fast as I can, my eyes jumping from object to object in the dark room. I grip the comforter tightly against my chest but it wasn't comforting me in the slightest.

The smell of blood takes over my senses. I look down at my hands and even though I can't see, I could feel the blood on them when they ball up into fists. I start to panic. Quickly reaching for the light next to the bed, I turn it on, letting light flood the room. My eyes squint at the brightness but I quickly adjust and I look down at my hands.

Nothing.

No blood.

I shove my fingers into my hair and pull. I let a single tear escape my eye as I whimper in pain. My heart cracks a little more when I close my eyes and see the sight of my mother and father dead on the ground. I gasp for air, trying to bring oxygen into my lungs. It was difficult though. Another tear falls when I close my eyes again and see my brothers' blood spattered on the wall.

I stumble out of the bed, almost falling on my face, and head for the bathroom that's connected to my room. I clutch my chest with one hand as the pain hurts even more. Walking to the bathroom reminded me of the time I had walked into my family's bathroom to wash the blood off my hands.

I didn't understand. I've never had nightmares this bad before. It's only been recently and it gets worse as the days pass. All the things I've gone through have just decided to haunt my dreams out of the blue. From the night my family died, to almost drowning in the school pool, to the hunter that had raped me, to the baby.

I splash water on my face multiple times, trying to wash away the burning tears that fell. I grab a nearby hand towel and dry my face with one swipe. Once I set it down, I stare at myself in the giant wall mirror that's in front of me.

"Get a grip. People have dealt with worse." I growl at my reflection. "So quit. crying!" I throw the hand towel at the mirror that's reflecting the tears that keep falling down my face.

Angrily wiping away the tears, I step out of the bathroom to go back into my bed. Though I stop in my tracks midway to look at my door. Contemplating whether or not to do it, my drowning heart won the battle against my fuzzy brain and I headed towards it.

Slowly opening the door, I head towards the closest bedroom by the steam shower knowing that's where he'd be sleeping. He'd probably sleep in the shower if he could. I open his door just enough to stick my head inside the room. When I hear his light snores, I open the door the rest of the way. Creeping my way over to him, I ease my way under the sheets.

I sigh at the warmth that greets me along with the familiar scent of leather, aftershave, and whiskey. His bare back is faced in my direction and I raise my hand to run over his back muscles, needing that skin to skin contact. I instantly calm down, my breathing and rapid heart beat easing back into its normal rhythm. I smile tiredly.

His skin was warm and smooth. I was surprised he didn't have many scars from hunting. I sure had a few. I hear him hum in his sleep as my hand lowers to the indentation of his lower back. Even in his relaxed state I could feel the tense muscles under his skin.

Slowly, I move my arm to wrap around his waist, moving my body closer to him. I place a kiss on his shoulder blade before letting my eyes close.

"Thank you." I whisper.

.....

The next time I wake up it's in an empty bed. I frown with my eyes closed as I reach for the empty space hoping a specific someone was there. He wasn't.