Overcoming her fears

Chapter 15- Night terrors

A/N: ( Warning ) Short Chapter Ahead!

Jem's Pov:

'I must...stay awake. I can't go back...to sleep.' I thought, pushing myself to hit the punching bag harder, and ignoring the burning sensation of my right forearm.

For these past couple days, I'd been having this non-stop nightmare about my past. I was little, only about seven or eight, and my foster mother was tormenting me again.

But instead of her regular punishments, like the belt or hot chilli peppers, she had a knife and slowly carved letters into my skin. My bood poured out from the wounds, and dripped along the floor where I was laying. I trashed about, kicking and screaming for her to stop, but she wouldn't.

The pain I was put through in the nightmare was so bad, that I could feel it even when I woke up. Fearing that the nightmare would return, I kept myself awake.

'Just let the sleep take over Jem, you know your tired.' Said a voice that I didn't recognize.

'Who the hell are you, and how did you get into my mind?' I asked, stopping to take a break.

'Your mind is in a very weak place right now. Your usual barriers have been brought down due to your lack of both consontration and rest. That just made my job much more easier.' He told me.

'And what exactly are you planning to do, huh?' I asked, challenging him.

'What your real question should be is what I'm not going to do.' Really?! Why couldn't he just answer my damn question, instead of answering it with another question?!

'Look buddy, I am not in the mood for your bullshit right now. So, don't mess with me. Cause tired or not, I will kick your ass.' He then let out a cackled laugh.

'You, are very funny when your angry. Hilarious even.'

'Hardy har har, glad you had your fun. Now tell me who are you.'

'Feisty, just like your mother.' There was a long pause.

'How in the hell do you know who my mother is?'

'Oh we go way back, back to when she was around your age. You look so much like her. Too bad that she resisted my hold that I had on her, and broke free of my torments. And made your father send me straight back to hell.'

'What exactly is your name?' Maybe if I knew it, I could ask Amanda to do some digging in the archives about his background.

'My name is Abigor, but in the underworld, I'm known for my great strength in battle. I've set my sights on you, chosen one. You know, your the main talk down there. Many speak of your incredible and unworldly things that you can do when in a dire situation.

And I, want to put that to the test. I will come back into your body in approximately four days, to tell you my requests and if you don't follow them. I will remove a body part from that innocent little boy that you care so much about. What was his name, Isaish, I believe?'

'I sware that if you even touch a hair on his head-.'

'Yes yes, I've heard that line too many times. You'll beat me to a bloody pulp, blah blah blah.'

'Then you should know, that I'll keep my word if you do.'

'I give you my word. And just keep in mind, that I show no mercy to an enemy. Even if they are still but a child.'

'I'll do what you want, just don't hurt him.' I couldn't, no, I wouldn't bring Isaiah into this. I cared for him too much, to watch him suffer anymore than he already has.