First time writing sorry if it's not that great!
I woke up screaming in terror from the past that haunts me. . . I'll never be able to get over what happened.
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~Keirstens POV
I woke up to the sound of a little pitter patter running down the stairs, it wasn't super loud but it wasn't super quiet either. . .
"Why are you up!?" I yell so they can at least hear me a little through my door, but no one answers. I slowly get up out of bed making sure to be quiet, --knock knock-- as I push off my blankets I hear a knock at my door. "H-hel-lo?"
--BANG-- suddenly it feels as if someone is blundering my head with a hammer "WHAT THE FUCK!?" I collapse to the ground, laying in the fetal position and covering my ears trying to make the pain stop "why won't it stop? Please stop!"
Slowly but surely it stops but my eyes are going fuzzy, I blink and rub my eyes profusely and they finally stopped being so blurry. When I went to stand up I heard a voice --BOOM-- I fell face first as I got dragged under my own bed by this nasty creature who resembled a little girl. "AHH!"
I screeched and cried out in pain as my nails ripped off from trying to avoid getting dragged away from the comfort of my room. wherever I was going, I was almost sure I was never coming back.
~Alans POV
I woke up to screaming and crying again at 2 in the morning. . . I love her, but damn I wish she would just tell me what is on her mind. "Keirsten, Keirsten it's me, Alan, Baby please wake up I hate seeing you like this." I shook her like a fucking salt shaker until she woke up practically punching me in the chest, *gasp* Jesus, she has a nice swing. . .
"ALAN! IM SO SORRY" she says in between her sobbing and gasping. "Don't be sorry" I gently kiss her forehead "I love you Keirsten, nothing will change that, now what's going on?"
~Keirsten POV
I breath in hard choking on my spit and tears from that fucking nightmare again, the third time this week and it's only Thursday. . .
When Alan asked what was wrong I glimpsed that Things face and shivers went down my spine from the flashback. "N-nothing, let's just go back to bed, please?" It took a few kisses and A LOT of cuddling for him to agree to go back to bed but it worked.
I got up and went to the kitchen and called my psychiatrist "Hey, it's Keirsten. Um, it's happening again."
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Once again I am sorry if it's bad >.<
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