You're asleep when you feel something crawling across your arm. Your eyes pop open and you see a big, brown spider crawling up your arm. You scream and bat it off. You stand up in bed as the spider crawls beneath the sheets. Mitchell immediately wakes up at the sound of you sobbing and whimpering. "Y/N, Y/N, what's wrong?" Your husband asks worriedly, standing up next to you. You put a hand over your mouth and point at the sheets, your heart pounding loudly. You let out a sob and jump off the bed to the farthest corner of the room. "Y/N, what's happened?" Mitchell asks. "There-there...was a...spider." You choke out, before breaking down again. "I'm sure you killed it when you jumped up in bed, sweetie." He says. You shake your head, your lips pressed together tightly. The tears flood out of your eyes as you watch the bed. You see the spider again and scream, jumping into the wall. "I'm getting out of here!" You sob hysterically. "Y/N!" Mitchell exclaims, getting off the bed as you run for the living room. You jump on to the couch, cowering. "I-I can't go back in there with that.... thing!" You exclaim, your hands shaking. "I'm never going back into that room while it's still alive." You cry. Your heart races and you feel the pulsing throughout your body. Mitchell sits down on the couch and holds you in his arms. "Y/N, it's going to be okay. I'll go into our room and kill it for you, okay? It'll be all right." He whispers comfortingly. "I-I need to clean our room out too. There might be more." You whimper. You squeeze your eyes shut and take in a sharp breath. Letting it out shakily, you cry into Mitchell's chest. "What if-what if there's a whole nest of them in there? What if they crawl all over us at night time?" You sob. "Y/N, you're making this worse. It's going to be okay. I'll help you clean out our room and do everything I can to make you feel safe again." Mitchell says, before he kisses your head. "Please." You start, pushing yourself off of Mitchell. You stare at him. "Please just go kill it, okay?" You beg. He nods and cups your face. "I will." He whispers. He gets off the couch, grabs a kleenex, and then heads to the room. You clutch your hands together, your body shaking. Mitchell comes back into the room a few minutes later and holds up the kleenex. "Got him." He states, smiling. You smile a little, and the panic eases off your heart a little bit. "Can we go clean our room now?" You ask. "How about I go clean our room and you can just stay here and rest?" Mitchell asks. You smile and the weight eases off your shoulders. You nod. "Thank you, love." You breathe. He smiles at you and goes to get a vacuum.
[THE END] I hope you liked it!
