Dreams And Nightmares

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❝Run. Run as fast as your legs can carry little rabbit, but I want you to know. I will find you, and I will make you feel my wrath!❞

The angriest of voices made me jolt forward in a form of panting and raspy breathes as if I just ran a 1k marathon, I slightly hung my head low and ran my numbed fingers through the black sweatiness formerly know as my short curly hair.

❝For fucks sakes, how many more endless nightmares must I endure?❞ I questioned, followed by me slamming me fist against my nearby oak wood dresser. Countless nights of me being sleep deprived because of that voice, I've had nightmares where I ended up dying in horribly unfathomable ways you could imagine.

I was either hung, starved, beaten, shot, stabbed, ripped apart, drowned, chocked, shocked, whatever that came to mind. Dreams don't exist when it comes to me. They turn into nightmares quickly whenever I sleep, my parents even question my sanity sometimes and even talked to me about therapy.

I know I'm not crazy, but honestly I just might be. I feel as if though someone is after me, and it's definitely not a good person. But honestly, what did I do? Have I sinned? What have a possibly done to deserve this torture night after night? Weirdly this time the person in my nightmare; I couldn't make out there face but it looked like almost as if its blacked out spot of ink.

Their voice was a female voice but she didn't sound to ecstatic, her voice sounded dry and scratchy as if she was dying of thirst. This woman was tormenting me and I was fucking through with it, hearing rain pitter patter against my window broke me out of chain of never ending thoughts.

❝I need some damn coffee or some shit, since I won't be getting any sleep tonight. Again.. ❞ My voice rang out, thank god my parents would be sleep so I didn't need to worry about them lecturing me.

Without hesitation I slipped out of bed for my feet to be greeted with a soft plush mat I bought a few days back, I switched on the light switch and watched as it flashed on making me quickly shut my eyes before reopening them again. Slowly, getting readjusted to the beaming light.

Noticing my full length mirror I turned my whole body towards it and stared myself down, my wild hair tasseled over my smooth mocha skin. I stared blankly at the piercing strike of my hazel eyes. After staring myself down for some time, I walked out of my spacious room and down the stairs, towards the kitchen.

My parent's house wasn't that bad, it was pretty big on space which I couldn't really argue with ever since the big move. But, it did have it's perks. I did get lost here and there since we just moved in almost a week ago.

Running my long fingers through my hair as I went directly to the kitchen, a shatter that sounded of glass was to be heard which caused my walking to stop. My breathing hitched.

❛ What the hell was that..? ❜
I questioned myself.