Ash

Dreams more like Nightmares

HELLOOOOOOO EVERYBOOODDYYY! 

Descriptions of the author are kind of unnecessary to me ya'll don't care about me. Welp I'll shut up now here we go!

(Ash's POV:)

"Everyone I do right does me wrong so every lonely night I sing this song..."

I groaned and pulled my hand out from under my warm duvet, hitting the snooze button on my alarm clock.

I got up and stretched. My muscles were tense. I didn't have a very good sleep last night. Another nightmare about him. I didn't even know who he was he just kept appearing in my dreams ever since, my mom died. Every night he would visit my head while I was asleep.

Taunting me,

Watching me,

Laughing at me.

He never went away. When I was younger he was there, but he never really made himself known. He just watched. Even when he didn't make himself known. I knew he was there. I have had what I thought where hallucinations of him appearing in my everyday life. People thought I was crazy, but I wasn't I knew he was there. I'm not crazy.

I swung my legs over the side of my bed. Rubbing my hands over my face. I grabbed the white pill bottle from the nightstand, and took two out. I swallowed them dry, and got up to get ready for the day.

I took off my boxers and made sure to lock my door, before going into my bathroom, and locking that door too. I had to make sure to take extra precaution, because of my older brother. He was not the type of older brother to protect and defend you from the world he was part of the group of people you should be protected from. Even though he claimed to be straight he fucked around with me a lot. He told me to keep quiet about it, or he would wring my neck he always got to me when I least expected it. I tried my best to take precautions, and never find myself alone with him in any room, but sometimes I wasn't careful enough and he got to me. He told me to keep quiet as if anyone would actually believe me, or even care for that matter.

I turned on the shower turning the water up to the hottest possible temperature, and stepped in letting the water burn my skin. It felt amazing. The sting of the water always brought me enough physical pain to forget the emotional pain. After a while of just standing under the water and thinking. I washed my body, and my hair. I got out and wrapped a towel around my waist. Drying my curly hair with a different towel. I glanced at the razor blade sitting on the edge of the sink.

I reached out for it, but then stopped myself.

I promised Vicky I wouldn't for a month. My best, and my only friend Victoria, she wanted me to stop cutting myself for a month so that I could realize I didn't need to. I have been trying hard for her, but it's hard not to. I still have 2 weeks left though, and based on the progress I've been making for the past week. I don't think I'm going to stop anytime soon.

I unlocked the bathroom door, and went straight to my closet grabbing a plain black t-shirt and some grey sweat pants throwing those on quickly with my converse, and a black beanie.

I unlocked my door, and walked as quietly as I could down the hallway, and into the kitchen. I grabbed an apple off the table, and a water out the fridge. I was almost home free till I walked into the living room, and saw my brother leaning against the couch smirking at me. He only had on some grey sweat pants. My brother was built, his skin was tan, and he had curly hair like me. His brown eyes looked me over slowly.

"H-hey D-drew where's dad?" I asked shakily I was hoping he was home so that I could escape this.

"Out." He said coming closer. I turned around to run. I ended up running into the counter. I felt him come up behind me wrapping his arms around my waist. He pressed his lower half into my backside groaning lowly in my ear.