Ghost From The Past {Levi x Reader}

Chapter 1 - Nightmares

He was there again. And again. And again. In an unstopping circle. Running after me. Chasing me. Making me regret everything. Making me forget myself. Go wild? No. Simply become oblivious of everything else and as much as I like to ignore people this is not the way I usually do it. 

I was dwelling on it from a few weeks.

Every single time I walk to my bed to get some sleep he is already there and waits for me. The lock I put on his is getting rusty. I'm staring to remember. Everything starts to come back. Nightmares chase me. Guilt and regret, two unbreakable sisters are hot on my trail and he is there, too. He always is. Always was. Always gonna be. 

That man, he is dangerous. He's trouble. He's making me see things I don't wanna see. He's making me hear things I don't wanna hear. He's making me remember things I don't wanna think of ever again. And why? I don't know. He probably likes to see me breaking or enjoys witnessing my torture. But probably he thinks good of me. No, no. That one is one in a billion. 

He just makes me go insane. Yet, he's the only thing giving me a full look on the tings at hand. No, not the just things at hand. At everything. Everything I look over and have a thought about, he'll make it not from mine or his point of view, he'll make it from someone neutral's point of view. If you get attached to someone you like them more and protect them, right? 

Well, he's that sense that makes you see them as if in the moment you've met. You know nothing, you look over things logically and you're cold towards people who don't seem to make sense with their actions. 

That is him. That's his role. Being in my mind. Helping me make decisions. If they're right or wrong, who knows?

Stubling over my doorstep, I entered my apartment and immediately made my way towards my bed. Oh, how much I missed my bed. I always do actually. The only thing that I truly love. After an exhausting day - lectures from eight to five, then job as a barista in the near cafe from seven to midnight, I get home exactly half an hour after midnight and have time between those two things exactly to finish my studies and write any essay I have from my literature proffesor or project I have to finish up. 

The only days I don't work are the weekends, 'cause all I do on those days is to study and catch up on any kinds of lessons I've missed, been late for or slept through. Good thing Literature and English are like a flowing river for me and I'm perfect with them, the others aren't that big of a deal. From Monday to Wednesday I work as a barista, Thursday and Friday are waitress days in the restaurant a few blocks down in the neighborhood and sometimes occassionally I take part time jobs for the weekends seeing as I'm more broken than before. 

For now I'm okay, I'm alive, I have food, I have friends, I have good grades, only the sleepless nights are my problem and the fact that I can't really get any free time or actual rest.

Anyways, let's go back to the present. 

As I plopped down on my bed, I heard him again and cursed already being quite used actually, but in the nights it was harder to restrain myself from screaming at him to shut the hell up.

"How was your day?" He asked.

"Oh, you already know." I hissed through the few blankets that stood over my bed as I rolled my eyes and he chuckled.

"Every night you come back, it's as if you're in your monthy period."

"Haha, make fun of me but if you were a girl, you wouldn't really manage to get through it without crying." I managed to get up and walk to the kitchen, I already got used to the fact that he only talked in my head and rarely showed for real, so he was basically always there.