A black room bursted into vision, the sound of screaming and booming heavy death music tearing through the black. Two red blaring lights burned through the inky blackness twisting to form an immense dark metal face. A piercing, rasping cry broke through it all, washing everything dark red. A female lynx thrashed, ensnaring herself in her bedsheets. She heaved in, sucking large cooling breaths of air. Sitting up, her sheets tangled around her neck and arms, restricting her movements. "No...no... not again." She murmured, clasping her head in her paws. "Not him, not now." Her breath rattled in her chest, and she forced herself to take as deep of breaths as she could. "Calm down. CALM DOWN."
Her voiced started to rise and she struggled to contain herself. 'If I go on like this I'll trigger another attack.' She felt her racing heartbeat start to slow, ever so slightly. She hadn't had but one panic attack this month. And even then, she hadn't allowed herself to continue it for long. Her paw reached out to the side, grasping for her phone that was charging on the bedside table. She dragged a paw over her face, rubbing her neck to rid it of the stiffness left over from the nightmare. She stared down at her phone, her face washed in blue light. "Crap." Her digital clock read 2:00 A.M. She unlocked her phone and clicked on her music icon. She scrolled down the list until she found the song she was looking for.
"Prison gates won't open up for me, on these hands and knees I'm crawlin', oh, I reach for you. Well I'm terrified of these four walls, these iron bars can't hold my soul in. All I need is you. Come please, I'm callin'. And, oh, I scream for you. Hurry, I'm fallin' , I'm fallin'. " She slumped back onto her bed, singing softly along to the song. Music always helped calm her down and she felt her heart slow to normal as the song continued. When the song ended the lynx sat in silence, deep in thought. She sighed to herself and swung her legs over the silky sheets of her bed. She plodded down to the bathroom, flicking on the light as she entered. She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked awful, her short blonde hair slick with sweat. She turned the faucet on and splashed her face with cold water. Her paws made scuffing noises as she made her way down the hall to the kitchen.
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In The Dark Of The Night
General FictionIn this story, you follow the young anthro lynx, Amy; along with her friends Griff, Major, Naomi, Zek, and Samir. During this tale, dark secrets are uncovered and surprising connections are made.
