"I hate you." My voice cracks as I tell him.
His feet stop at the door.
I clutch the bedsheet tightly around my chest as he turns around with an emotionless face.
"Then there will be a lot of hate fucking between us." A smirk curve his lips as his g...
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Point of View: Dakota Black
Please bear in mind.. This chapter depicts more about his personality(head) than his emotions(heart)
I wake up with a sudden jolt and feel the wetness of sweat rolling behind my ears. I hear my heart pounding in my chest as I breathe in short, with panicking gasps.
I was back in that moment, three years ago. In that car crash, which changed my life forever.
I was back in that driver's seat and I could see the flash of another car getting brighter and closer, before it collides right into mine with a speed of jet.
I could still hear the crunch of metal and feel the impact of my head hitting the glass window while my ribs take all the poundage of the crash.
I look around as I try to orient myself where I am, but everything seems unfamiliar. It takes me a moment to realize that I am in my own bedroom, not in that hospital room where I had woken up after the accident.
My hand reaches below my heart and I feel my bones in place. All five of them. Thank god! Nothing happened. It was just a dream. Another nightmare. I am fine.
I am all fine.
My ears ring with loud beeping sound and with trembling hands, I turn off the alarm system, which monitors my daily panic attacks and nightmares.
Fuck!
Sweat beads up my forehead and I rub it with my cold palms. My heart is still hammering inside my chest like a drilling machine and I check for heart meter on my watch.
It's 177 beats per minute. Shit.
I take a deep, shaking breath and try to calm myself, but the fear is still there, lurking just below the surface of my skin.
I continue to breathe in and out, till I feel my flesh again.
I thought I was done with these dreams, and sudden jerks in my sleep. But like a shadow, the darkness doesn't leave me. They grow thicker and darker when I run towards the light.
My feet touch the cold floor and chills run up my legs. I look at my watch again, it's 4:40 in the morning. I woke up twenty minutes before my schedule.
I go through the sleep tracking app and monitor my bed activity. Moderate with four hours and eight minutes of sleep with three sudden hypnic jerks. Hmm.. Not bad!
It's the last one that woke me up.
I stand up from the bed and groan. My back feels sore with constant working and I stretch my spine.
Fuck! I am tired.
The second hardest thing after having a sleep is waking up. Coz I feel like to just die every second of the day. Except, when I am working.
