Ghost Sight -Incomplete, rewrite of Help Our Soul-

Chapter Two-The Nightmare

I fell asleep, and fell back into my own personal hell. It started the same, a dark room. No light, only a sharp pain in my back as I arched my back, trying to find a way to get out of the hissing pain on my spine. It felt like sharp dagger being slowly pricked into my skin. It hooked, and I tried to scream. Nothing came out, as I felt a hand squeeze my mouth to stop me. I felt helpless, but in my nightmares I had nothing I could never have when I was awake: Sight.

The sharp pain only got bigger as I attempted to scream louder, the more I screamed the more the hook went into my spine. Soon, it stopped but the hook wasn't gone. I felt the deep wound, as the blood dripped from the hook down my body. I was shirtless, no dysphoria because I had no breasts. I was flat chested, I tugged at the chains binding me. My hands were above my head, and I was weak. It was like I hadn't eaten in days, my body was dripping with sweat and I could taste it. Blood, and salt. It was disgusting, and I spit to the floor.

I winced, my body hooked and honestly I regretted spitting. Getting rid of the taste wasn't worth the agonizing pain it caused me. I looked around me, there was a light on me. As if wanting to see every inch of sweat, of blood that drained from my body. I ached, I was hungry and cold.

I heard a voice, it was faint and soft... Almost like a soft feather falling from the air, "Don't give up... This is more than a dream." It said softly, my mind was foggy. I couldn't pinpoint where the voice was coming from, my body ached, honestly I preferred being at school being harassed by Tiffany after my first day than suffering like this. I felt like a puppet on a string, like I could only move if someone tugged the string. Before the voice could be heard again, the hook digged deeper into my skin, my body felt weak and I passed out...

I woke up, screaming. My dad burst into the door, I felt warm arms wrap around me. I winced, and hugged back sobbing. The tears not able to be stopped, his soft hands ran through my hair. I was tired, and honestly tired of the nightmares.

"Honey... Your back." He mumbled gently to me, I winced more as he sat me up... The same warm dripping down my back. "It was just a nightmare." I said quickly, trying to convince both my dad and I that it was nothing more than my mind playing tricks on me, and my body. I heard a sigh, and my bedsprings as he got up and sat back down.

I knew the drill, I lifted my shirt enough so my dad had access to my back, "This is one of the worse ones yet... The wound is deeper than normal." He noted, while placing a rag and I hissed, the aching pain now becoming more. I gripped my sheets, tears streaming from my face as I cussed.

"Breathe... You have someone special here, by the way..." My dad said, putting more pressure on my back as I winced. "Who? At this hour?" I groaned. "Ouch." I heard a playful, calm voice say. I was confused. I knew the voice from somewhere, but I couldn't pinpoint where. I tried to think, but I couldn't think over the alcohol stinging against my skin but then I felt a small grip on my hand. It was warm, the hand was bigger than mine...

"...Allen?" I mumbled, I knew the soft skin from anywhere. My face got hot, my face was probably red but I didn't care. I felt a cold shiver down my body as I felt the hand cup my cheeks, and a soft kiss onto my lips. My dad had to have left the room, he didn't like intruding. I kissed back softly, my face was hotter than hot.

"Fag." He mumbled, caressing my cheek gently. I leaned into the touch, melting slightly. This is just what I needed, Allen... I woke up, and he was a step behind. I didn't care if he insulted me. I honestly was just happy he was here, his house is rough... I know he comes and pops by every once in a while. He's done it since we met... He didn't like being an asshole, before I could finish my thought he mumbled, "Stop thinking for once, I have a surprise." I raised my eyebrow, I didn't know rather to laugh at him or call him a  dumbass. I did neither, I just waited for his little surprise.

"I'm coming to school with you tomorrow." He mumbled in my ear, this made my heart skip a beat. He had a history of getting expelled and going to new schools, but Nockfell High? I nodded, "Sounds fun.." I half-meant this. It means we would be able to spend more time with each other, but that time would be roleplaying. I was the careless victim, and he was the bully. He had to keep the act so his parents didn't find out about us.

For now, he just held me and hummed to me softly. Running his hands through my hair, my eyes closed as I just listened to his heartbeat, and his humming. His voice was soft for a man, but it was gentle. Rough when it needed to be, but never hard enough to scare me away. "You're tense." He said softly, I nodded and he continued, "What happened since I was gone, Ivan? You're never this tense." Part of his voice sounded like a tease, but I just responded with a shrug. Allen was the most amazing, smartest idiot I knew. I fell in love with him, it was in a dumb way, too.

We met at a park, along with one of our other friends Liz. I was swinging alone, waiting for my dad to pick me up after work because I wanted to stay at the park and just clear my head for a few hours. I heard gravel, as they came near me. I jumped, thinking I was the only one at the park. It was the middle of the week, and honestly I was just hoping to have some peace and quiet. They were talking about school, and laughing but I think they noticed I was alone. 

"Hey!" A more feminine voice said, I flinched. "Hey.." I responded, as quietly as I could. At this time, I was in a war with my body. I hated it, but I was too stupid to realize I wasn't a girl, that I wasn't broken. "My names Liz! Liz Ballesta!" The voice continued, amused. "Ivy." I stated, blankly. Another voice hummed, almost befuddled by my response.

"Rude, are we?" The male voice asked, I sighed and shrugged fidgeting with the swing chain. "Oh! Stop being a dick, Allen!! She's shy!!" I cringed, I didn't know why but I shrugged again. "I'm not used to being talked to, I'm the only blind kid in town after all." I said, bluntly again.

"Oh. Shit." The male voice said, it couldn't help but make me smile. There was a slight tint of guilt, "I didn't mean it I mean- fuck. Let me try this again. I'm Allen Stanora. Liz and I live at the neighborhood nearby." I nodded, it made sense. I mean, this was the only public park within a few miles. I nodded, "Ivary.. Morrison. Ivy for short." I put simply, less blunty and more interested than previously. "Nice." He said, and I laughed softly. "Waiting for my dad to pick me up." I noted, back to what I was previously focused on. Getting home.

"Well, we can keep you company!!" Liz exclaimed, they seemed excited. It was odd, but a nice offer. I nodded, "Sure." I was playing with the gravel with my shoes, I was bored and honestly didn't feel like explaining to Liz and Allen why my eyes were completely white. Blind is understandable, but white eyes? Dad and father always said it was a gift, but I didn't get it. They started talking to me about random things. Videogames, music, all that stuff. Somehow, I ended up getting their numbers. My dad came to get me, and I couldn't stop smiling.

Now, that boy I met a year and a half ago is the same man that is holding me, petting me while I drift off... He always did this. He hummed, he cooed and I felt like a child... He knew, and he kept doing it... I couldn't help but drift off to sleep...

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(Note: Chapter two is finally out!! I hope you enjoy it!! This is just the beginning and if you have any critics I would love to hear it!! Have a great night, and can't wait to hear what you think!! Pleasure!! <3)