My Posh idiot (BOOK 2)

10💞 Edited

{Trigger Warning, mentioning of sexual abuse and R*pe⚠️}

Iman Harriott ~

I couldn't move, much as less see, but I could feel something heavy coming onto me each time.

I started to hear muffled sounds- it sounded like it was a house party going on, as singing and music was playing in the background. However one particular sound stood out to me the loudest as it was a sound of laughter- sinister you would say.

It just kept on getting louder and louder, and that's when I began to feel anxious. I thought it was a dream when I tried to wake myself up, but when I realised what had come over me, I was going to have a rude awakening.

I had to fight myself out of this sleep paralysis.

I didn't want to open my eyes, as I didn't want to come face to face with the figure with the sinister laugh. I tried to wiggle myself out of my sleep, but no could do.

It's harder than I thought.

The laughter was so loud, that it drowned out the chatter and music and I slowly started to hear slurred words but couldn't quite make of it clearly.

"You...can't...escape...me..."

That sentence was repeated multiple times, very slowly and very scarily.

Now my mind was aware that I was growing intensively scared, but my body still couldn't note that part of information as yet.

The figure repeated its words, growing closer to me to a point that I thought somebody was in my bedroom. I felt a weight on both my wrists- I felt trapped.

My brain was telling me to panic while the horror around me seem to continue. I wriggled harder than before once more and-

"HUH!" I gasped for air, raising my head from my pillow with quickness as I was now able to move and open my eyes

That was...new...

I quickly turned on the light switch that was close to me. I needed light- not after that bullshit I just went through.

Sleep paralysis...what the fuck? I haven't had one of those since uni and come to think of what type it was, I've never had this experience before. Usually I just wouldn't be able to move, but to hear sounds and a heavy weight trapping me...that's fucking bookey.

The sleep paralysis was similar to the nightmares I had back in uni, but I find it more scarier in sleep paralysis form as I can feel the danger that I've created in my mind happen to me.

Oh don't tell me my trauma is coming back to haunt me again.

I looked over at the time and it read "2am". Honestly I wish it was near to when I had to be up for work, how on earth am I going to go back to sleep.

No lie that trance I woke up from was actually very scary. It felt like the demon himself was making a threat to me.

Like why was it saying those words over and over again like that and for what reason?

***

"Good morning Iman" Melanie greeted me, with my strawberry oatmeal latte, as I gave her, her latte as well

Oh I'm definitely going to need this

"Good morning Mel" I quickly said, as I downed the latte

I couldn't get myself to sleep- well I tried to but I was too scared to. I didn't want to shut my eyes and experience an even worse sleep paralysis. I tried to distract myself but that didn't work either.