The Nightmare

☬ Chapter Four: Two Dimensional ☬

Okay, so the point of view might change a few times, sometime's it'll be in someone's P.O.V. while majority of the time it will most likely be in THIRD person P.O.V. Just a little friendly reminder so you don't get confused. c: If you didn't like this change or you felt like it didn't work for this, let me know so I won't do it again. This is just a little experiment because I've never written in first P.O.V. 

-ENJOY

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      I didn't know much time passed as the three of us sat in complete and utter silence the entire night, sitting in the same spot's staring at nothing in particular. It wasn't until I heard the Father Clock chime twelves time's that it was 12 in the morning. As it ticked and toked, I watched as the flap swung from side to side. I could feel them watching me. Staring holes into the back of my head. As I glanced back at them, they didn't look the other way or flinch they just kept staring at me. I wanted to tell them that I was sorry, but I couldn't get the words out of my mouth. I felt too ashamed to even speak to them.

       When will it be easier to form those words, it's only three words. Simple. Short.

"I'm... I'm...I'm..." I can't get the words out. I can't do it!

     Wait, why do they seem anxious? Are they waiting for me to say something? Should I say something or will it make things worse? God...I can't tell what their feeling, their facial expressions are completely blank.

       What's the worse that could happen?

Well, Heather, they could beat you OR they probably maybe to talk to you, but their waiting till you seem ready to talk.

       You shut up, what the hell do you know? Your not here your inside my head trapped. Now shut it. You have no business poking your damn nose in MY business. Now get lost!

No business!? Did you forget who's who?! I'm the good one, the who's supposed to be out and free. Your invading my life! I have every right to think as I please when I fucking please.

      What do you want?

I'm trying to help you. You have no idea how to control your emotions or thoughts. Your so loud and annoying. So please, just let me help you. You need it.

       I don't need anything from you! I just want you to leave!

You sure about that? Cause by the looks of it, you need it. Listen, just stop being hard headed and hear me out. Alright?

       God...I hate you.

See that's why you can't be good. You hate me because I'm trying to help you. Your like a child with a bad temper. Relax. Breathe and relax. Slow down your breathing and watch the clock again.

      How is it going to help?

Just do it, stop questioning me dammit!

     Whatever. Fine see I'm staring at the clock. I've looked away from Ada and Nereyda and all I can see is the flap thingy swinging.

Good. Now relax.

      How?

Stop thinking. Stop worrying. Let everything go.

     That's easier said than done when you won't stop talking. Besides...what if I "let everything go" and I'm sucked back into that mental place with you and the other thing takes over me?

Stop. Worrying. Fear is what's controlling you. You need to stop being afraid and hating and let go. You can do it.

       Why are you trying to help?