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Anti's POV:

I startle awake, sitting up and breathing heavily. The room is still dark, so I assume that it's the middle of the night. I look over to see Dark still asleep. It's amazing how people look younger when they're sleeping.

Another nightmare... it felt so real. I was back in Die's torture room except... someone else was there with him. It was Dark. He had held up a knife and walked towards me with it. I remember screaming. I remember feeling that burning and sharp pain when Dark ran the knife down my throat and on towards my chest. Then my stomach. I remember him laughing maniacally. It's still ringing through my ears. I remember crying blood tears instead of my usual black tears...

I stand up, feeling my knees go weak. I land with a loud thud on the ground. Breathing heavily, a warm liquid drips down my stomach. Pain erupts, making me bite my fist to keep myself quiet.

I begin to crawl, standing carefully and rushing out into the hall and into the bathroom. Lifting my shirt, I see the white bandage now a bloody mess.

Taking off my shirt, I bite my lip while I clean the open wound with water. I look for another bandage. Luckily, I find one in the closet behind me.

Dammit, this fuckin' hurts.

"Anti?" A sleepy voice comes through the door.

"Y-yeah, babe?" I ask, sealing the bandage onto my skin.

"Are you okay?" He opens the door, and I nod.

"Yeah, I started bleeding again," I say, not mentioning the nightmare.

"Okay," he comes up to me and hugs me.

"You're cute when you're sleepy," I whisper.

"Mm."

"Come on, let's go back to bed," I lead him back to the room and lay him down.

"What the fuck..." I mumble to myself, not seeing any blood on the sheets.

There are two possibilities: when I got out of bed and fell, I could've accidentally pulled my skin... or I'm going fucking insane.

I make sure that Dark is fast asleep before going back to the bathroom to look at the 'bloody' towel I used to clean up my mess. But... it's wasn't bloody at all. My old bandage sat in the trash can with only old blood on it. My shirt laid there with no trace of blood either.

I sit on the toilet lid in shock. I am going crazy.

I need water.

I walk downstairs quietly, seeing the kitchen light on and assuming it was Jack. When I make it there, I'm surprised to see Felix leaning on the counter, sipping a glass of water.

"Couldn't sleep?" I ask, also getting myself some water.

"Not at all," he replies.

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