The Nightmare

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*Erik's POV*
I sit straight up, breathing heavy. My forehead feels cold and clammy while my cheeks wet from tears. I take a trembling breath trying to calm myself down. "It was just a dream," I tell myself, softly. "But it felt so real." Deciding to get some air, I swiftly get out of bed and slide my mask on before I walk out to the edge of the lake and sit down there.

As I'm sitting, I try to rid my mind of the horrible images from the dream. It seemed like it was happening in real life; at one point I couldn't tell if it was real or not. I raise a slightly trembling hand to my forehead and gently rub it, hoping it will help the dream to leave my mind. But it doesn't work as the dream replays in my mind.

*Start of Dream*
"Christine," I call out. I turn around, trying to find her.

"Erik," I hear a voice scream, Christine.

"Christine," I yell back, running towards the voice. My heart is beating fast and breathing turns ragged, but I can't stop, not until she's safe.Soon I see Christine and once I see her, my heart drops.

Christine huddled in a corner with a figure, with their back to me, hovering over her. Her beautiful porcelain skin is covered with dark purple bruises and deep red cuts. Her hands are covering her face, like she's trying to protect herself. The dress she is wearing is basically in pieces, exposing a lot of her skin to the figure above her.

As I stand there, the figure raises something that I can't identify and attacks Christine. "Erik, no," she screams. I try to move, but my legs refuse to move. Soon, the room goes quiet and I hear a quiet thud. My legs allow me to walk again and I run over to her. Christine was deathly pale and I couldn't hear her breathing; she was dead.

My eyes water as I take her limp hand in my own. I feel the attacker's presence behind me and rage flows through my veins; how could someone do this to my beloved Christine?  "You monster," I growl before gently kissing the back of Christine's hand.

"You are one too," the attacker says. I freeze, hearing the voice. I know that voice as well as my own because it is my voice. Turning around, I see myself standing, punjab in hand. "You did this to her," he says. "No one is safe around you. You are a monster and monsters always hurt people."

*End of Dream*

Sighing, I put my head in my hands. As much as I want to forget the dream, I realize that what was said in my dream is true. I am a monster; I've scared, hurt, and killed many people. Sometimes I did it because it was necessary, other times it was just for fun. But all the pain and the terror they felt comes and haunts my dreams.

"Erik," I hear an angelic call out. Turning around, I see Christine, in her silk nightgown, standing in the bedroom doorway. "Why are you up?"

"I had a bad dream," I say, turning back around. I hear soft footsteps get closer to me and soon feel a soft hand on my back. I look over and watch as Christine sits down next to me, causing me to smile a little.

"Will you tell me what happened in the dream," she asks.

"I don't think you want to know," I say, my voice quieter than usual.

I feel Christine's hand gently rub my back. "We don't have to talk about it then," she says.

We spend the next few moments in a comfortable silence, enjoying each others company. As we sit there, I hear Christine begin to hum a song (song at the beginning). Her voice calms the last few threads of worry that clouded my mind. I rest head on Christine's shoulder as she continues to hum.

Once Christine finishes her song, I feel her place a kiss on the top of my head, like I do to her. "I love you," she says.

I smile and look up at her, gazing into her big, beautiful brown eyes. "I love you more," I say.

"I love you most," Christine says with a smile and giggle.

I chuckle before fully sitting up. Once I'm sitting up, I lean forwards and kiss Christine on her lips. She kisses me back and, in that simple moment, I knew that Christine would never leave me and I would do everything in my power to protect her, from myself and others.

Once we pull away, Christine smiles and stands. "Will you come back to bed so that your wife and unborn child won't be alone anymore," she says.

 "Will you come back to bed so that your wife and unborn child won't be alone anymore," she says

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Standing, I walk behind her and wrap my arms around her and lay my hands on her swollen belly. "Of course, my love," I say, sweetly before I kiss her cheek.
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Hey guys. I decided to write a short, sort of fluffy, one-shot. I have had this idea for a while now and I decided to finally to type it. I hope you all liked it :)

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