Arny, My Sleep Paralysis Demon

Dreams And Reality

I turned my head super sharp hoping that this was all fake and that Chris really wasn't here. Yoshimura wouldn't joke with me like that and he hated him as much as I did.

" No Yoshi I'm good I'm only here for one thing."

Chris knew that he hated being called Yoshi but he continued on with the childish nickname. I was frozen, and not from the weather but from sheer terror. The last time I saw Chris he said that he would be taking me with him by any means necessary. I didn't want him to take me, not again. I tried to call out to Amy and Hunter but they couldn't hear me. Chris grabbed my arm and began to drag me out the door. Sawyer stood to the side and did nothing but speak a few words to me.

" This is how it's suppose to end y/n I'm sorry."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing! Sawyer was helping Chris with this. He finally got me outside and grabbed both of my wrists putting our two faces inches apart. I couldn't look at him in the eyes, I didn't dare look into them. He began to shake me telling me that I should have never left him. I tried to scream out but no one could hear me. I began to sob praying that someone would save me.

"Y/N WAKE UP!"

I was being shaken awake, I woke up in a cold sweat scarcely looking around everywhere until I met his eyes. He hand caressed the side of my face while the other hand wiped aways my tears.

"You're alright it was just a dream."

I still was shaking intensely, I couldn't focus and I felt like I couldn't breath.

"Look at me y/n you are okay love, it was just a dream."

He brought the top of our heads together and began to breath with me. I focused on the vibrations his voice made, and the slight sensation of his touch surging throughout my body.

"I need you to take deep breaths darling please. In and out."

He continued to take deep breaths with me helping me regain my stability. He began to brush his fingers through my hair helping melt into his touch even more. He pressed small and slow kisses on my head, then on both of my cheeks, on the tips of my nose, and then hovered over my lips. If I wanted to kiss him this would have been the perfect moment, his lips were just within my reach and all I had to do was push forward only slightly more. But I didn't, my body wouldn't let me, I was too exhausted and just wanted him to hold me for a little longer in his comfortable embrace and he knew that, that's why he didn't push it.

"Arny, please keep holding me."

ARNY'S POV

I held them as closely as they wanted me to, I didn't want to rush a single thing especially when they were in such a traumatic state at the time being. I would've hated to take advantage of that, especially since it would've been our first.

I could see their dreams only when they permitted me to. I would put my four fingers on their head almost asking if I could view theirs dreams and they would always let me, but I still continued to ask either way. When the brain is dreaming it is a very personal and private thing, but depending on how comfortable the person is with the person asking is if they are permitted to view their dreams. They trusted me with every ounce of their soul and I cherished every single time they would let me in and see their dreams. Although this one was my least favorite one they have ever had. It always goes about the same every time. Y/n is heading out to meet friends and Chris always manages to show up and begin to take them away and no one could save them.

If I'm being honest, y/n's sleep paralysis was getting so much better, almost to the point were I was going to leave them. Until they met Chris, things began to get much worse they longer they stayed together. The traumatic things that Chris did to y/n dangerously worsen their state, and to this day they progressively continue to become overcome with sorrow.

I desperately search for answers and ways to help them but I'm running out of ideas and options. 'Is It bad that I almost don't want things to get better?' The moment that they become better, they no longer need me and I leave, and the last thing I want is to ever leave their side. I know it's utterly selfish, but with them I want to be selfish. And don't I deserve to be selfish? The only happiness in my life is them and I truly don't know how I would continue on without them. Just let me hold them a little longer, let me hear their laugh just a little louder. Please, don't take them away from me.