My Nightmare

Author's Note: Hey, lovelies. This is my first separate one-shot here on wattpad. I used a different style of writing for this one which is a bother to explain so I won't. I just used it for emphasis and stuff.

Also, the names of the characters were never mentioned but I used Kise Ryouta as basis for the male character where I mentioned basketball, modeling and his cheerful personality, and the girl could be anyone, could even be YOU.

Enjoy reading~

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My nightmares keep haunting me. At night when I lay in bed, cold and terrified, only the remnants of my dream that still lingered in my mind keep me warm. I'm alive...and this is my reality.

I dread the night because it's when my past memories come to haunt me. Every night I'd talk in my sleep, groaning and mumbling, face contorted in fear and pain, and then I would scream so loud and wake up drenched in cold sweat. And it would be another sleepless night because I would be afraid to let sleep lull me once again into its hell. It's been going on for years, but last year it became worse.

Everyone noticed. I would always have eyebags that my make-up artist worked so hard to mask. My skin became paler from lack of sleep and I also became thinner. My skills in basketball decreased significantly. I wasn't my cheerful self anymore.

And my teammates noticed.

My friends noticed.

My teachers and classmates noticed.

Everyone noticed.

And that was the sad part about it.

Each night I face my past, and each day I become weaker as if I am slowly crumbling, breaking, destined to join my family in the oblivion. Multiple trips to the psychiatrist didn't help at all. All the medicines I took seem to just make everything worse. I failed in school, my agency dropped me, my family wasn't there to support me anymore and my friends were leaving one by one.

I wanted to give up.

No, I already gave up.

I had thought of ways to end my suffering because I believed death was my only escape. I was close to falling into the abyss but that's when she came into my life.

While I faced a battle that was impossible to win at night, she would heal all my scars the next day. Her smile the first time I met her, as cliché as it may sound, it gave me new hope. Her laugh gave me strength. Her happiness was contagious.

With her simple gestures, she had managed to save me.

Without knowing, she had managed to bring light to my darkness, even if it was just a small flame in the candle.

And I fell in love. And she did too.

After she said 'I love you' I found the sun in my world rise again.
With her, I managed to graduate, I managed to get back to modeling, I managed to play basketball again, I managed to bring my old self back and be with my friends again and I became happy again, but more than that, I managed to survive.

After we graduated, we decided to live together. We were in the same line of work in the same agency so it made things easier for us.

But that was what I was most afraid of. I had told her about the nightmares but not how bad they affected me. I never wanted for her to see how fragile I was. Because I thought it would break her spirit.

And then she'd leave because she wouldn't be able to handle it.

To handle me.

But I had nothing to worry about.