Blinded by Perfection

48- Nightly Terrors

Chapter 48 |Nightly Terrors

I went to go see Shakira in concert, and it was really fun. She's the second concert I've been to (first was Bruno Mars) and everything was really cool!

Qotc is how many concerts have you been to? Which one is your favorite?

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Being a person wary of the dark and with an extremely vast imagination I have experienced dreadful nightmares before. But the dreams I thought were so terrifying as a child are nothing compared to them now.

I startle awake mid-whimper sometime during the night, fingers tightly gripping the sides of my bedsheet. A persistent, cold sweat trickles down my back and chills run valleys across every inch of my skin, however both of those factors don't mask the massive pit enveloping my gut.

It feels as if my stomach had ripped from my insides and dropped the length of the Empire State Building. Uneasiness swirls around my empty stomach, turning my breathing shallow with anxiety.

I have to take a moment just to steady my intake of oxygen, or else I feel like I just might pass out. The nightmare I have just experienced was the worst I have encountered by far, and the aftermath leaves a whole bunch of jumbled emotions left in my brain.

Earlier I was sort of excited to fall asleep, for I thought I'd be safe in my land of dreams. Hours upon hours would pass, yet I wouldn't feel scared or alone. After that world shaking encounter, it's about time I wave goodbye to that nonexistent safe haven.

In all honesty, I'm going to go insane if everywhere I look holds something for me to fear. I wish the anxiety I receive going places would lessen, or even better, stop, but I don't have a choice in the matter. I'm a messed up case; Trey did his toll on me.

Before I actually faint due to my hyperventilation, I briefly cut the intake of oxygen into my lungs. Once I feel as if I can't hold it anymore, I steadily release it. During the exhale, I imagine all of my worries fluttering away with it's contents.

Okay, now focus on the positives Kirsten.

You're not a coward.

All hope is not lost. A place where I do feel safe does exist.

Or rather not a place, but with someone.

As closed off as Noah first seemed, I feel like his personality has done a complete 360°. At least, towards me anyways. The past 24 hours have been absolutely crazy, but nevertheless he has stuck by my side. Comforted me when I was freaking out. Known exactly what to do at the exact time. Heck, he lied to my mother for my own sake even though he hated the idea.

It's true, when he had gone back into his little swing with Victoria, he had completely shattered the concept of trust between him and I. But it only seems petty to hold anything against him when he had remained loyal to me in the end.

Now, I trust him on a whole bunch of different levels.

But all in all, Noah isn't here. I'm alone in the deceptive raven black darkness of my room, desperately seeking for some sort of a way out of my misery.

The fragile placidness I had worked so hard to achieve abruptly dematerializes without a trace as the erie creak of the hinges to my bedroom door drags out in front of me. It sounds exactly like something  straight out of a horror movie, and my ears ring in distaste.

Unable to face whatever caused the door to open, I screw my eyes shut and stop breathing all together, anticipating what's to come next. Every muscle underneath my skin freezes on its own accord, which in turn prohibits my mouth to open up and scream for help. It's seemingly impossible to even muster a whimper. I've become immobile; a lifeless statue that by itself cannot shift a single limb.

The pads of feet swiftly enter my room, arriving to my bed side in mere seconds. I will myself to do something, something to protect myself from the horrific person not a few feet away from me, but my doom is sealed as a sudden weight jumps onto the bed and settles next to me. It's hot breath tickles my nose, and I cringe as a long, wet tongue-

Wet tongue?

My eyes finally snap open, taking in the appearance of the creature face to face. Once everything sinks in, my posture slumps in relief. All in all, it's the complete opposite of a monster of the night, or perhaps a serial killer.

"You scared me boy," I weakly chide to Sultan, whose bright golden eyes shine in the darkness like a felines.

I expect him to jump off the bed and head off towards my parents room, but instead he plops himself down right by my leg on the limited space he occupies, back facing me. Instantly the heat from his body blankets me better than any comforter ever could.

Although he isn't particularly allowed to sleep on my bed, I don't shoo him off. He just looks too cute, plus I enjoy his company. It's rare that he does this anyhow, so I might as well dwell in this moment while it lasts.

I lie back down onto my side, facing his fluffy pelt. It's usually an unequally distributed mixture of colors consisting of solid blonds, reds, browns, and blacks, but all I can really see in the black night is the spots where his fur is lighter in shading.

Speaking of the dark, what time of the night is it?

Careful not to jostle Sultan, I reach my arm over him and over to my nightstand, patting on the surface until I locate my phone.

With a simple press of the home button I turn it on, and the brightness from the screen temporarily blinds my eyesight. Even as my eyes adjust, I have to squint to read the time.

1:38.

About five hours until I have to get up for school. I should be happy I get to go back to sleep like any other sleep deprived teenager, but oddly I wish I don't have to.

Quite dejectedly, I set my phone back down onto the nightstand. It quietly thuds onto the hard surface, but the dog I snuggle doesn't stir.

"Goodnight boy," I tiredly breathe out, pulling the covers over him and I.

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No action with Noah in this chapter, sorry guys. Good news is there's always next chapter. . . >:3

Make sure to let me know if you spot any mistakes or if this chapter is too confusing.