𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 - 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘 𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗨𝗔𝗚𝗘.

𝙺𝙸𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁𝙻𝚈 𝙲𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙳𝚈

The light shone out through the front of my house until it didn't. That was strange, and not because it had never happened before, but because it meant something else had changed..my nightmare had changed.

I span around and looked at my surroundings, realising something was wrong. I breathed in deeply before stopping dead still in the exact same place I was previously.

The light reappeared through the doorway as it did every time I dreamt. I squinted my eyes to block out the brightness absorbing into my vision, seeing Eddie stood there again. This time, he never called my name.

"You did this to me.." his voiced called, but deeper than how it usually sounded. "You were supposed to love me!.." he carried on as he wailed in agony.

"Eddie..I don't know what you're talking about.." I whispered back with tears brimming my eyes.

He scoffed, but stayed quiet afterwards.

The light shut off, but I could see his shadow roaming up to mine menacingly, his shoulders broad and confident. This wasn't the Eddie I knew and loved.

"I hate you, Kimberly Cassidy." He snarled in my face, only an inch away from me. "I hate you."

I opened my eyes and let out a deep breath, almost gasping for some air to penetrate my lungs. I sat up slowly and rubbed my shaky hands over my sweat dripping face, sighing into them before letting them fall back onto the blanket.

"Is everything okay?" Eddie mumbled huskily from besides me, his hand travelling through the dark air to find my back, circling it with with his palm.

"Mhm." I hummed, letting my head lean back and think for a few seconds.

Why did I keep having this dream? And why was it different this time?

I couldn't find the answer even if I had really wanted too, but the facts were the facts and the fact was, I didn't want to know anything.

I never told Eddie that I had this reoccurring nightmare every single night since just before we start seeing each other, and I always told myself it was just my brain worrying and stressing over everything that had been happening over the past five months, but even I didn't believe that.

I lay back down, readjusting one of Eddie's band tee's he allowed me to sleep in for the night and wrapped my arm around his waist, laying my head on his chest.

"I didn't mean to wake you." I whispered sleepily to him, closing my eyes and letting the siesta take over my body.

I woke up the next day with a pounding headache, like it literally felt as if my brain was slowly crushing my skull before it ripped open the skin protecting it.

Eddie was kind enough to get up and get me some aspirin and a half eaten piece of toast with a glass of water, getting back into bed as he did so and cuddling my waist as I sat up and ate the last of what was left of the piece of toast.

"I wish you hadn't had eaten half of this, because it's so good." I murmured as I finished eating, shoving the tablets into my mouth and swallowing them.

"Everything I make is good, princess. Some would say I'm a chef in these parts of town." He joked into my hip, biting it softly. I yelled out at the sensation, spilling a little bit of water onto Eddie's bare arm.