Eyes On Creel

crashing and burning

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The recurring nightmares, bright, red flashing lights, screeching sirens, blood splattered allover while tiled walls, resembling an asylum, a lab, and a hospital all in one.
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There is thunder, loud crashing against the roof, and a crackle against the stained glass window. I wake up, in a panic, another nightmare. "It's your fault." Echoing through my scattered mind. The temple of my head was throbbing.
"Y/n?" A voice breaks me out of my timid trance.
"What?" I said, as my breath became hitched.
"My fault," I whispered, the words still echoing through my mind.
"Another nightmare, love?" Henry spoke.
"Ugh." I groaned.
"I'm taking that as a yes," he said.
Henry grabbed a wide, small bottle. It was tylenol.
"Hey." He sighed
"Hi." I breathed out
"Take this," he said, handing me two miniscule capsules, along with a bottle of water.
Henry had grown accustomed to these mild panic attacks I would experience as I wake up from my horrid night terrors. It had been going on for almost--- two weeks straight. Along with Max as well.
He cupped my face, kissing my forehead, "What was it this time?" He asked, "The white tiled facility, along with trails of blood, coating the walls, the cold linoleum floors.
There was children.. broken.
Their bones, broken.
The bones were facing their opposite positions, you'd have to be either on the brink of death, or you're already dead.
It isn't humanly possible.
The images cloud my mind, like the clouds shade the sun, allowing mere light to the dark skies.
I took my tylenol.
These night terror side effects are killing me.
I feel as if my heart is decaying, day by day, by day.
Trying to cope with self inflictions.
This make my head spin crazy, making me go so very hazy.
I feel as if I'm going insane.
One minute it's fine and then it all goes crashing.

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In a web of your lies and you didn't even tell me truly why.