Adhesive

That Night

"UGH...move back! No! Ugh...I said stop!"

Azeeza woke up on the floor right beside her bed, as if she had fallen off.

She sat up, pulled her phone off of the bed and lay flat back on the floor. It was 3:32 am. She never wondered how she got on the floor because her mind was so focused on her horrible dream. The one that had woken her up on the floor.

It had all seemed so real. The running straight into the alley (which she wondered why the hell she'd do that), the getting snatched by the back of her collar and thrown on the floor, even the thrusting of a strange man's penis inside of her. She obviously knew none of it were real considering this was the third time she had a dream with the same plot, just different ways of getting to it. It was Wednesday now, Sunday she ran into an abandoned house, Monday she ran to an opened car and tried to start it but was too late, and here it is Tuesday night/ Wednesday morning and she's getting raped for the third time.

Every night she'd sit back and think about why she was having these dreams. But by this time she had come up with a conclusion.

"Because when it happened I never tried to run you know?" she spoke into the phone as her best friend Denise listened on the other line. "Maybe the dreams are saying that I should've tried to get away but then again even if I did the outcome would've been the same."

"Maybe so." Denise replied putting some thought into it herself.