Transitions of a lost soul

(Chapter 18: 12 nights of pure hell)

Since that night, I've had the same nightmare for 12 nights straight and I barely got sleep. It started to affect my performance at my job, my relationship with Chris started to become odd as well. He felt uncomfortable and would get cold every time I brought the nightmares, as if he didn't give a fuck about what was happening and why it was happening. One day I came into work and my coworker Jessamine looked at me in sorrow. "Jesus Christ Jar u look like shit. This Brandon shit really got to you." I looked at her, my bags under my eyes twice as big as before at this point. "Chris being cold about it not helping either, I'm stressed out Jess." I said to her, dropping my bag behind the register. "Maybe he feels uncomfortable about you dreaming about his death and doesn't know how to comfort you about it." Jessamine says.

I didn't think of it that way until she told me..all I tell him about is the damn nightmare and it's probably upsetting him. I can barely sleep next to him anymore because of it. "Maybe you're right Jess, I should talk to him when I get home." I get myself to try to look presentable so I can do my 11 to 8 shift. Being at work was a nice distraction for me, but I knew it would all be over once I left to go home. I just wanted this whole roller coaster to hell to stop in its tracks and let me off. I wanna get to the bottom of who killed him but I have no clear evidence or followings to help because he wouldn't say that for no reason....but first I had to make sure Chris and I can get our relationship back in a healthy space.