Hands.
Pleas.
Blood.
So much blood.
There were muffled screams, but I could tell that she was begging him to stop. He didn't listen, though, he just kept going. There were so much pain and blood, it was everywhere. The thrusts were getting harder, and the screams were louder until- *
I jumped up out of my sleep. Sweat was covering my body, and my head was pounding. My heart was beating so fast that it would've flown out of my chest if I didn't keep telling myself that it was just a dream.
I looked around my bedroom, and everything was still the same. I pulled up my covers to check to see if there was any blood, and nothing was there. I gave myself a minute to calm down, and for my mind to realize that it was all just a dream.
An all too real dream.
I've been having the same dream every night for the last year and a half, and it's always the same routine. Have a terrible dream, wake up drenched in sweat, tell myself that it was just a dream, get a cup of water, and stay up for the rest of the night. I've tried going to a therapist for it, but they never helped, so I just quit and lived with it. I'm used to it, though, because it seems as if it'll never go away, so I feel that I have to just live with it.
I threw the covers off of my sweaty body, and I cautiously looked around the hall before I exited the room. I know that there is no one there, but it helps my psyche to relax when I check. Once I was reassured that no one was there, I made my way out of my room and into the kitchen. I reached up into the cabinet and grabbed a cup, and filled it with water from the sink.
Drake: Can't sleep?
His voice boomed through the room and echoed throughout the silent, dark house, and it scared the crap out of me. I forgot that I let him stay the night, and it took me a minute to comprehend what he had just asked.
Me: Yeah, n-no, I mean.... no, I can't sleep. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up.
Drake: It's fine, I didn't sleep anyways.
Me: Oh, okay.
I took a sip of my water.
Drake: What woke you up?
Me: I, um, had a bad dream.
Drake: Oh, what about?
Me: Something that seemed all too real for me.
The sound of heavy silence filled the room. I hated it.
Drake: Come here.
Me: Why?
He sighed.
Drake: Just come here.
I sat the cup down on the counter and reluctantly walked over to the couch where he was lying.
Drake: Get down here with me.
I folded my arms.
Me: No.
Drake: If you want a chance at getting any sleep, then you'll get down here with me.
Me: Maybe I'm not tired anymore.
Drake: Oh please, you were practically dead when we got here.
I grunted.
Drake: Just come on, I won't bite.
I hesitantly laid down and got in bed with him. I meant to keep my distance, but he pulled me closer to him. He pulled my back up against his chest, his arms almost instantly wrapped around my waist I wanted to protest, but it was like all the fight left out of me when his arms came into play.
