To Lovingly Hate You

A Walk In The Dark

*TW: Slightly disturbing in the beginning, nothing too intense, but I'd always prefer to put a warning just in case so here's your warning, it's a wee bit disturbing in the beginning*

Adeline POV

"I don't... I-I don't understand..."

"Stop it! I don't want to! Mmph-!"

"It hurts... it really... hurts... please... stop-"

"But it hurt... it hurt a lot..."

"I didn't... I didn't want to"

"You bastard... y-you bastard..."

I shot awake, out of breath.

A nightmare... a nightmare woke me up.

For a moment I couldn't breathe again, and the clammy feeling returned all over again.

Phantom feelings of hands in horrible places slowly slipped off of me, making me quiver as it forced me to remember.

The feeling of being watched left.

The chill from the cold night cooled me back down.

I put the feeling back where it came from, I shoved it, drowned it under the surface, I will not let it breathe.

The only time it can is when I lose control, when I'm asleep.

I don't like to sleep very much.

Speaking of sleep... I... where am I?!

Sitting up straight in bed as my heart leaped into a panic, I quickly looked around and pulled my limbs into my chest, holding them tight as I looked around in full flight mode... as... as I remember where I am, I'm not in my own bed, yeah... I'm not supposed to be, I remember getting here... I remember getting here, I just went to bed, it's okay... it's okay... I went to bed here, I chose to go to bed here.

I looked around the darkness as my eyes quickly adjusted as I tried to catch my breath, spotting Mal in the bed right next to me, sound asleep still.

I... I'm in her hideout... on the Isle... I forgot when I woke up that I wasn't at home.

A shiver ran straight down my spine... my hands met my head to hold it... I hate this... I hate this so much.

Bastard... is right.

Closing my eyes tightly, within seconds I forced them open, the back of my eyelids only show me images I don't want to see. I can't... I can't get away from it like this, it's right there still, I need to drown it harder.

I wish I could kill it.

I can't go back to bed, if I do so soon... it'll happen again, and I'm already... I'm already crying as it is. Silently yes but... crying... is still crying.