Only you

I got you babe.

I looked down and saw blood.

A lot of blood.

All the noise around me, shouting, cursing, fighting, all came to a halt.

Who's hurt?

Who's blood?

I desperately tried to look for who was in critical condition when I spotted it. It was sickening. Right above my pelvis was a very large wound. A tear fell from my eye. I looked up and my brother was leering over me, face contorted in pure anger. His eyebrows were creased together and he was yelling. I couldn't understand what he was saying though. All I knew was that I was hurt and he had a knife in his hand. Then, I blacked out.

"Kirsten, Kirsten?" A muffled voice asked. Was it Warren? I felt tears slip down my cheek at the thought of dying here, in this filthy room with fucked up bitches, my brother being the worst.

"Kirsten!" I heard, it was very clear this time. I opened my eyes. I was breathing heavily. I looked around. What? I'm in my own room. I looked down no blood. I looked up to see Sarah's face, not Warren's. The only thing I could hear was my own breathing. I wiped away the sweat off my forehead and rubbed my eyes. I had another nightmare. I thought they were getting better. Suddenly, I was harshly engulfed in her arms as she was saying soothing words.

"Shh, Kirsten, it's okay. It was just a nightmare. No ones going to hurt you." She said, wiping away my tears. I looked into her worried eyes and tried to tell her I'm not okay but I couldn't possibly form the words.

"It's okay baby. Shh." She said. I must've been trembling because she grasped my hands firmly and rubbed my arms up and down. I sniffled and looked at my stomach. I lifted my shirt. An ugly scar blended in with the bruises already there. Barely noticeable. At least until the black and blue bruises heal. Then it would be like a black rose in a field of white ones.

"Was it about him?" She asked, rubbing my cheek. I nodded and a tear slipped. He was supposed to protect me, but he did the complete opposite.

"It's okay. Here's some water, take a sip. You have school today, if you feel like going." She said sweetly. I closed my eyes tightly and took a sip of water. I texted Izzy that I'm not going to pick her up today but I didn't reply when she asked why. I only told her that someone else will have to take her to school. My breathing became normal and I thought about the nightmare. Oh god, what if they're coming back?

Sarah always completely changed her attitude towards me when I cried for no reason or had nightmares. She actually treated me like she cared and wanted me to be safe. Any other time, I was just an annoying house guest. She understands me when I let out my feelings. Not like I do that very often though.

"Here babe. I made your favorite, Nutella pancakes." She said and I sat up. The wonderful scent filled my bedroom. She put the tray on my lap and sat beside me. I poured syrup on the pancakes and cut off a piece, moaning as it touched my tastebuds. My stomach growled loudly making Sarah laugh.

"I knew you'd like it." She said smiling. Unfortunately the smile faded rather quickly into a look of concern. I took a sip of my orange juice and cut me another piece.

"Kirsten, if your nightmares are back, we need to do something about it." She said. I devoured half of my pancake before replying.

"It was just one." I shrugged, making it sound like no big deal. In reality, I think she's right.

"I know but Dr. Patrice was really nice and she definitely wouldn't mind if we made an appointment. Better safe than sorry." She said.

"I know she's nice but I feel weak going there. Counseling is for people with problems and I don't think having a nightmare is a problem." I shrugged, finishing my pancakes. Ugh why is Nutella so fucking addicting?