Drowning In My Own Mind

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*Ricky*

I was walking home from the store when I heard someone scream. I ran straight towards where it came from and almost had a heart attack. The figure from my nightmares was standing over someone who was writhing and groaning in pain. I got a few steps closer and saw exactly who the figure was. The anger I already had towards the thing grew even more as I saw the pure pain twisting over Chris's face, a bloody gash down one side.

"No!" I yelled, stepping out from the shadows.

"Come to play the hero?" The mass of shadowy vapor hissed, still in that unearthly voice.

"Don't hurt him." The pure hate was evident in my voice could poison even the most docile of pure souls, and the thing seemed shocked.

"Ah, you're no fun!" It pouted, one clawed hand slashing across Chris's neck. The demon disappeared with a twisted laugh as I ran over.

"No, Chris! Stay with me, don't go!" I sobbed, seeing the light begin to fade from the amber orbs I love so much. "Don't go!" I begged, cradling him, not giving a damn about the blood covering me.

"Ricky..." He choked out, gently tugging on my shirt. I looked down at him, feeling a gentle pressure against my lips.

"Don't cry for me. I love you, baby." With those final words the light in his eyes completely faded, his body going limp in my arms as tears silently rolled down my face.

I was shaken awake, seeing Chris looking at me, worry hidden deep in his eyes despite his poker face. I wrapped my arms around him, probably crushing him as I sobbed into his shoulder. He just held me, rubbing my back and trying to calm me down. We sat like that, for a few minutes or a few hours I don't know, it was just one of those things where time didn't matter.

"C-Chris?" I asked, my voice thick from crying. "Hm?" He replied, looking at me.

"W-would you s-stay w-with me? Please?" I hated how needy and weak I sounded, but I didn't want another nightmare.

"I'm not going anywhere." He told me. He laid next to me on the bed, his arm going around my shoulders, and I actually liked it, but it was meant for nothing more than comforting me, and I know that it shouldn't have disappointed me, but it did. I just laid my head against his chest, the thump of his heartbeat lulling me into a more peaceful sleep.

*Chris*

Ricky fell asleep pretty quickly, and I looked at him, seeing how he didn't look like he was having a nightmare. I brushed a little bit of hair from his face and let out a soft sigh.

"What's torturing you so badly?" It hurt me to see the one I love in so much pain. It was like watching someone close to you slowly dying and knowing you couldn't do anything for them, it was that same pain but worse than it.