Forever In My Nightmares (Darkiplier)

Dont Chase Your Nightmares.

"Alright. Alright. I know here everything is." Jack told me as I led him up to his room. We had just gotten back from the airport and I was helping Jack lug his stuff up to his room.

My eyes were half-lidded as I struggled to keep them open. I was physically and mentally exhausted. My demons and dreams kept me up until early morning. I usually never fell asleep before 3:00 A.M. I was lucky if I did. My nightmares woke me up early. Sometimes I would even be screaming when I woke up.

Each bump of the suitcase up the stairs only made me more tired. Each step made me feel as if I was going to collapse. My feet were heavier and heavier, as if someone filled them with iron. Lifting my feet was a constant chore.

"You sure you don't need help?" I asked him. "Mark, I'm goin' to be okay. I'm a big boy. It's nothin' I cant handle." Jack told me in his thick Irish accent. I nodded, rubbing my eyes as I opened his door, darkness greeting my eyes and I allowed it to engulf me. The only light came from a streetlamp outside. I quietly placed the suitcase in his room and yawned. "Is that it?" I asked in between the yawn.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ. I'm jet lagged and I'm not even as exhausted as you. Not to mention I've got terrible insomnia. Are you sure yer gettin' enough sleep?" Jack asked me. I ran a hand through my Raven colored hair, letting out a long sigh.

"Yeah. I'm fine. Just..." I trailed off debating wether or not to tell him about the events of the past week or so. "Just what?" Jack asked. "Just some dreams keeping me up. Nightmares that won't let me sleep. My mind keeps racing when I should be sleeping. Even if I'm as tired as I am now, I will still have trouble sleeping tonight." I told him truthfully.

He looked me over before dropping to his knees in front of the suitcase I had sat down. He fiddled with one of the zippers before pulling out a pill bottle. He stood back in front of me, opening my hand and placing the bottle in it.

"This is sleepin' medicine. You look like you need some." He said. My eyes went wide at the thought of taking sleeping pills. "Jack, no." I said, putting them back into his hand. He looked at me funny and thrusted the bottle back into my trembling hands. "Take them. You'll get some sleep." He said.

Then came that same taunting voice that seemed to call out from the darkness of the dimly lit room.

Take them. It will be okay. I promise.

I held my tongue, holding back my biting words. "How the fuck can I trust you?" I wanted to say. "You nearly tried to drive me home and I know you. You would have made me crash. Killed me. Keep that bullshit." I bit my tongue as to keep from saying it out loud.

"I can't." I whispered to Jack. I knew what awaited on the other side of sleep. Dark. Him. His nightmares that he planned for me.

"You seriously look like you've survived the Russian Sleep Experiment. Take em'. Get some sleep. Right now." Jack said. I knew he was right.

"You don't get it!" I let my voice drop to a venomous low growl. "Are you on drugs Mark?" Jack asked me. His blue eyes stared into my brown ones and searched for an answer. I then realized how crazy I must've looked. Sitting here, arguing with my friend about sleeping. Telling him I basically didn't want to sleep. It even seemed to me that I must actually look as if I were on something.

"No. I'm not on drugs. It's just that my nightmares are bad. If I sleep, I'll have more of them." I sighed. Jack seemed to nod, but still shoved the pills at me. "Take them this one night. If you don' want to take em' again, I won't make ya. Just this once." Jack said. I sighed in defeat.

"Fine." I said softly. That one lone voice in my head whispered to me. I wanted to scream at him to shut up, but Jack would have immediately called someone to come examine me. I'd be put away. Dark is driving me crazy in the most literal way.