Broken

Night Terrors

•Chapter 2•

*Paisley's dream*

Darkness. Darkness is the only thing surrounding me. So here I sit, unable to see, unable to move, unable to breathe. The silence is the worst part. It is practically deafening, until suddenly it is interrupted by the voice in my head. "Sometimes, it's better to be alone. Nobody can hurt you." I tell myself this constantly, hoping to make sense of it, but I always end up running into the same problem. I like being alone, but I hate being lonely. As I sit here, quietly, lonely, and in the dark, I notice a small light in the distance. I get up, and begin to walk towards it, slowly, and carefully, trying not to trip over my own feet. I feel as if I have walked about ten miles, yet the light doesn't appear to have moved. As I continue walking, my feet begin to feel heavy, and almost suddenly, I fall. I feel around my feet and ankles and try to find out what made me trip. Wrapped around my ankles, were thick prison shackles. As I lay on the ground, the realization hits me. I am a prisoner to the darkness. I can even see it. Not only feel it, but I can see how broken everything actually is.

*end of dream*

I wake up suddenly, sweat dripping down my delicate face. Why does this keep happening? Why can't I fall asleep without being awakened by a horrific night dream? I lay atop my bed, fully awake as I try to analyze my dream. I lie in the same position for hours thinking about it, when finally, I've come to the conclusion that it means I am a prisoner to my own darkness, and that the cause of the darkness is my own loneliness. I look at my alarm clock and see that it is 4 o'clock in the morning, so I close my eyes, and try to get some rest.

•Authors Note•

Thank you for reading! Sorry my chapters are so short. I'm new at this. Basically, this chapter gives you an insight on the mind of Paisley, and why she's so depressed.