Crimson

Falling

I watch as Brock's door hits Jason straight in the face.
"TALK TO HER".
He screams from within his room.
Jason stands their in the hall completely shocked.it's actually kind of adorable..
Stop. He pushed you away and your already falling back in. quiet honestly I don't care what he has to say to me, he can shove it up his ass.
I push Jason away from the door and he seems completely shocked by it.
"What the hell"
I completely ignore his rants and open Brock's door.
I step in to see Brock jumping on his bed with Jason's helmet.
"Bedtime, now."
Brock stops bouncing and falls onto his back.
"Awhhhhhh".
He takes off Jason's helmet and his batman mask and climbs under the covers.
"Night lacy."
I kiss Brock's forehead and ruffle up his perfect blonde curls.
"Goodnight my little crime fighter."
He flexes his twig arms and pulls his covers up to his chin.
"Goodnight red hood."
I look over at Jason grabbing his helmet off the end of the bed .
"Goodnight".
Jason voice is warm and soothing and I hate myself for even thinking about.

I let Jason lead the way out of the room and slowly close Brock's door behind us.
When I turn around Jason face is within inches of mine. it would have been a perfect time to steal a kiss from each other but I was still pissed and didn't even relish in the thought of it.
Causally I turn away from him and walk toward my room .
A black king sized bed awaits me and I can't wait to sleep in it.
I climb into my bed and put my back towards Jason trying to not even acknowledge his presence.
But how can I. I'm asking my brain and emotions to face reality and I can't stand it anymore. maybe I want to be a dumb hopeless romantic with a corny love story. maybe I want to have a normal life with a kid and husband in the suburbs with a shitty minivan.
Or maybe I just want him to love me too.
That one. Defiantly that one.
I close my eyes and try to sleep but I know it's nightmares that await me.
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The guns in my hands and the bullets piercing Jessie's forehead. Thick hot blood gushes from his skull and soak his eyes making them a deathly crimson.
Next blood trickles from his nose and mouth in till one another crash and become a bloodied water fall.
Uncontrollably I drop to my knees and listen to the gun smash it's self hard against the concrete. Two hands grab me and drag my limp body down a white corridor filled with bright blinding lights.
I can feel tears streaking my face and screams erupting from my lungs but nobody cares, I'm officially all alone.
My visions blurred and I can no longer see the hellish world drowning me. All I know is I'm being restrained to some type of cold metal and these belts are meant to hold me for a long time. Next thing I know my eyes are being burnt in frothing acid and the only thing I can do is let out blood curdling screams that punish the eardrums.
I close my eyes to end the pain but when I reopen them I'm met with the face of a silver blade and the hyena laugh of the joker. I can feel Jason's motorcycle cutting into my legs, slowly amputating them from existence and cracking every functioning nerve in my body.
"Stop"
The words aren't mine but there exactly what I'm thinking.
Turning my head I see Jason yelling the words out but being to far and distant to do anything. the joker takes this as an opportunity and grabs me by the shoulders rapidly he begins shaking me and hitting my body hard across the ground.
That's when I wake up.
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Jason's hands were wrapped around my shoulders shaking me and screaming the words wake up.
My breathing is rapid and I can't stop felling pure terror through my body. tears begin to coat my cheeks and I can't stop the nightmare from continuing.

Jason presses his warm hands against my face and begins to wipe the tears away.
"Your okay, it's all over now they can't hurt you."
He repeated this a hundred times but my brain couldn't process them as real words.
He wrapped his two arms around me and pulled me in close to his chest.letting my head lay in between his shoulder and neck.
I conjured up enough energy to pull my arms forward and wrap myself around him the same way he done to me.

I don't know how long we stayed their for but at the time neither one of us cared, what mattered was that we were there for each other.
That he was actually there for me when I fell. that he really did love me too.
What can I say loves a tricky bitch.