❝ i lived a lifetime with him and he doesn't even know it ❞
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in the sequel to my little secret, we learn that people are never the same as they are in your dreams. when david wakes up from his coma and discovers that the past six months he'd spent...
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DAVID SONG: JP COOPER SEPTEMBER SONG
The nightmare was always the same. Paralysed, alone, cold. The masked man would come closer with the knife, making sweeping movements to a music only he could hear. He would be closer, then further away and then closer again. Darkly, he would whisper to me that everything was a dream, before moving one step closer.
I awoke screaming at the top of my lungs, my throat feeling tight and my stomach in a complete knot. I was dripping in sweat and shaking. Simon jolted up in bed next to me, clearly frightened by my screams, which had now turned into sobs as I curled up beneath the sheets.
"What's wrong?" Simon asked frantically, switching the light on and clearly looking for the person who was hurting me. Little did he know that it was all in my head.
"Just a- I'm fine, just a nightmare." I managed to stutter out, wiping the tears from my face as my body quivered.
"D'you wanna go back to sleep?" He questioned softly, grabbing my arm.
I shook my head. I have never, ever been able to get back to sleep once I have that nightmare. It's like it haunts me every time I close my eyes. I've started my days at 4am before, just because of the fear of falling back into slumber and experiencing the same scenario again.
Sighing, I managed to stutter out some random excuse about never being able to sleep after nightmares, keeping to myself the fact that the nightmares occur every single night, unless I've been drinking. If I've been drinking, then it's Simon I dream of. Little clips play in my head, almost as though someone has inserted the memories into a cassette player and hit play. I don't know which ones are worse.
"Lay down." he ordered, gently yet firmly, and reached over to the bedside lamp, pulling the cord and shutting out the lights. I allowed my head to hit the pillow and shifted my body down so I was laid on my side, away from Simon. No one moved for a few seconds, but then I felt Simon's arm snake around my waist, his stomach pressed against my back. His cheek rested against my shoulder blades, and I couldn't believe that this was real Simon, and not the one in my dreams. I finally felt relaxed and closed my eyes, letting the darkness envelope me in.
I didn't have another nightmare that night.
*
The light slowly filtered through the shutters yet I kept my eyes closed, wanting to stay in the moment forever. Simon's arms were wrapped around my waist and his face was leant against my back. It felt just like it did in my dreams. Deciding to wait until he woke up, I disregarded getting out of bed and picked up my phone instead, cheekily taking a quick selfie with him spooning me, his eyes closed as though he was sleeping. I copied his pose and smiled at the picture. It was cute, even if Simon's face was covered in bruises and cuts. This photo was proof that it happened.
