My body shoots up in the middle of the night as I'm nearly drenched in sweat. I look to my side and see a peacefully sleeping Cole next to me.
The dream I had was horrific. I could see things I didn't want to see I felt like the dream was real. I didn't even want to close my eyes because I was so horrified.
I gently lifted the sheets from myself and left the bed. Right as my hand went to the door knob I took one last look at Cole and then opened the door to go to my room.
I grabbed one of my old journals and just spent time writing about how I felt and what was happen. My relationship with my journal was like a best friend who could judge me.
It has been so long since I have talked about these things with you, my mind aches of desperation for answers. I can't live with this anymore. Or at least I thought I couldn't. I met Cole and it almost made my mind fly away and suddenly I was happy again. My dreams, the voices, the banshee, has left me. But it came back for its sudden awake. Help me Please.
I close my journal and walk out of my room back into Coles. He still laid there peacefully and it made my heart melt. His little nose was perked up while his lips were slightly parted and his eyelashes laid gently on his cheeks.
I lay back in bed with him and suddenly he awakens.
"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" I said as I grab his face and just admire the features. All he does is groans and rests his hands on mine and goes back to sleep.
I shut my eyes trying to go back to sleep and have a better dream hopefully with Cole in it.
I was unfortunately wrong and all I saw was the vision of the person dying In my dream. It was horrifying to see.
I open my eyes once again knowing that I won't get any proper sleep so I just let myself be. I look over to the clock and it blinks in red numbers 4:15am. Im of course exhausted and slightly angry knowing that I won't be able to sleep probably.
The sun rises and I'm finally up on my feet and walk to the kitchen to make coffee because that's what I'm going to need since my mind couldn't think of something more peaceful to think of.
I looked over to the kitchen clock and it read 7:30am im shocked that I am up this early because I normally don't wake up until after 9.
I pour myself coffee and take a sip as I walk over to the kitchen table and sit down. I put my head in my hands and let my curly hair fall onto the table. I was exhausted and I knew that I had to start working as a publisher in a news article and my writing was due today. Of course me being me I had written it about 2 days ago when I probably should've written it a week ago so I had more time.
I set my now empty cup of coffee in the sink knowing I'll do the dishes later today unless Cole wants to do them.
I walk to the bathroom and turn on the shower so I can feel clean after all the sweating my bodies done from the nightmare. I take a look in the mirror and see not the normal me. My face has drained most color and now looks white and veiny my hair looks dull and flat as my lips look chapped and almost bleeding.
I run my fingers across my lips and blood comes off and starts to drip on the counter. My legs go weak as I turn around to grab a towel to clean the mess but I'm met with a person who looks almost deathly. They urge to scream gets higher as I already feel it coming up my throat.
