Sleep Paralysis: Fantasy boy

Chapter 1: Whatever you need

Y/n has issues with her body and can't seem to get comfortable. She wants a boyfriend but can't get one. Dad's a piece of shit and can't turn to him. Not even her only friend Caleb. Her best friend broke it off with her over a year ago. The only thing that makes her happy is escaping reality which she can do in many ways. Her amazing drawings and making stories behind them and of course sleeping. Her love for paranormal goes far and she's open to anything about it but....  Sleep paralysis? Y/n won't buy it. 

Y/n finishes up her drawing and hangs it up on her closet door. She ties up her hair and washes her face and brushes her teeth before going to bed. She wakes up and goes to turn over to fall back asleep but... She can't turn at all. She only blinks and breathes out her nose. The tv she left on starts to flicker and soon shuts off. "No way this is real." Y/n says over and over inside her head. As she lays in her almost pitch-black room, her door opens, and a man walks in. Not her father but a man she has never seen before. "I thought a demon was supposed to appear? Just a black figure maybe." Y/n again says mentally. The man's brown smooth skin covered in tattoos. His braids sit on his shoulders. His mustache complements his lips. His skinny frame and somewhat tall height. Y/n was pulled in by him. Why does this man look so great if he's not real? The man stands in front of Y/n and watches her with a neutral face. She tried blocking out lovely thoughts of him but simply there was no escape. Y/n face gets warm and the second she starts to blush, the man walks away, and he gets to her door. He turns around and winks before slamming the door which made Y/n jump out her bed. 

*Y/n's POV*

*4:30 am*

*Thursday*

What the fuck was that? I'm not saying I didn't like it but... No I shouldn't like it. I don't know what to fucking think! That had to be a dream.... Holy shit my Tv is off. I had it on before I went to sleep. I pull my laptop out and start to do research. Sleep paralysis is triggered by a few things. Anxiety, Stress, Sleep deprivation and traumatic events... Like abuse. I pull out my sketch book and start to draw the man from what I remember. Tattoos, braids and he was just beautiful. I wonder what his voice sounds like. I hope he's truly nice to me. What's his name.... Steven or Steve. I think Steve sounds nice. I finish the drawing and realize I only have 30 minutes to get ready for school. I brush my teeth and wash my face before getting dressed. I grab my school shit and start walking to the bus stop. I get on the bus and run into Caleb.

"Hey Y/n."

"Hey Caleb."

"Dude what are you wearing?"

"What's wrong with it? All I have on is a hoodie and a pair of jeans."

"And you wonder why you don't have a boyfriend. Also lose some weight to, you're getting chubby."

I roll my eyes and look out the window. I am getting a bit chubby he isn't lying. 

*3:10 pm*

I get back home and sit my bag next to the front door. 

"Hey! Get over here."

My dad yells as he sits on the couch and watches tv. I go over to him.

"Yes?"

"Grab me another beer out the fridge. Go grab my wallet and go down to the store to get something for dinner."

"Yes sir."

I say with my head down. I go to the fridge and give him a beer before heading out the door. I listen to music while I walk. I grab a bag of chicken and a few things of candy for myself before walking home. As I walk home, an older man starts to follow behind me. I then feel his hand touch my ass.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?! Stay away from me!"

"I didn't do anything wrong. I know you liked it bitch."

I push him before running. I hold onto the bags tightly as I run as quick as I can. The man follows behind me for a bit before thankfully giving up and going away. I get home and pull myself together before going inside. I put the chicken in the fridge before going to my room. Tears travel down my face. I constantly wipe my face and try to change the topic in my mind, but nothing works. There's really only one way out of this. I lay down in my bed and slowly drift to a nap.

My eyes open but again my body doesn't move. Since I left the window open, sunlight shines in. The man or Steve comes in again and shuts the door behind him. He stands over me. He tilts his head making his braids move. Steve then crawls on my bed and next thing I know... He is hovering over me. He stares at me with his brown stunning eyes. He smirks and gets off of me. I then see him touch my sketch book before leaving the room and again slamming the door. 

*6:57 pm*

I wake up and quickly realize I need to make dinner. I get out of bed and dash into the kitchen. 

"Y/n! Where the fuck is my dinner?"

"Working on it now!"

I pull the chicken out and start to season it. As I let it cook, I start the search for side dishes. I start a pot of rice and as I watch it cook, My head violently hits the floor. I look up and realized my dad just hit me so hard I fell.

"Why is dinner late?"

"I-I... I fell asleep dad."

"Don't call me your fucking dad. Since dinner's late you don't get to eat tonight."

He walks out the kitchen and I finish dinner. I serve him his plate. He looks at me in disgust as I sit it in front of him. I take a shower before putting the leftovers away. I brush my teeth and close my door. As I lay in bed, I start to wonder. Why am I here if I'm just going to be treated like this? I thought Caleb was my friend, but all he does is take his anger out on me. My dad doesn't even love me. Nobody does.