𝐇𝐞 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 || 𝐅𝐍𝐀𝐅 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐

You awoke with a jolt, eyes shooting open, your body drenched in a cold sweat. You had another nightmare about him again.

These nightmares had been happening every night for two and a half weeks, always the same. He always appeared.

You don't know where they could've possibly started coming from. You haven't even thought about what happened, or him, for a good while now.

You were starting to think it was a sign that he's gonna come back.

No. You couldn't jump to conclusions yet. The mere thought of that made you sound crazy. Just because you were having nightmares about this, doesn't mean he'll show up.

Right?

You rested your back against the headboard, running your fingers through your hair. You exhaled. The time was 4:27am.

Sighing, you laid back down in bed, got comfortable, and went back to sleep.

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You woke back up, managing to get another six hours of sleep. You sat up, and swung your legs over the side of your bed.

You lived alone. No kids, no partner, just you. But you were happy, and had a nice home, and a nice job, in a nice neighbourhood, so you were completely okay.

You worked as a nurse at a nearby hospital, and you loved it. Your colleagues were lovely. It was Saturday, and the only day you didn't work aside from Sunday, so you got to relax today.

Well, you say 'relax', although you knew you still had to finish that paperwork that was two weeks overdue. So you are definitely gonna be cooped up in the living room all day in front of your computer, doing all that said paperwork.

Yawning, you stretched and dragged yourself out of bed, and headed down the stairs.

You made yourself a coffee, the strong smell easing your senses. You plopped yourself down on the sofa, and switched on the TV, turning to some random channel.

After you downed your coffee, you eventually got bored watching The Big Bang Theory. So, you decided to get up off your ass and do some work.

You put your mug in the sink, then you strolled over to your TV again. You pressed a couple of buttons on the remote and eventually got up Spotify. You clicked play on your playlist. You could not concentrate on work if you weren't listening to music.

You plodded over to the dining table and sat down. You pulled your laptop closer to you and opened it up.

You stared at your screen blankly, thinking back on how many fucking documents that are weeks overdue because you had been too busy procrastinating and binge watching the Saw, Halloween and Scream franchise.

You head butted your palm repeatedly. I need. to stop. procrastinating.

You huffed, putting your head in your hands. Fuck you, Y/N.

You dragged your hands over your face in frustration, heavily wanting to procrastinate some more. You sighed, then finally worked up the courage to start.

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Time passed; hours and hours of time, and you finally finished.