Mansons P.O.V:
Jeordie was screaming in his sleep, yelling about how his death was near. I didn't know what to do, I attempted to wake him up but he only screamed more. I had never heard him make so much noise or seem so scared. I used to do this when I was a child according to my mother, she said it was a night terror or sleep paralysis. I was pretty freaked out and there was no way I could sleep though it.
"Jeordie" I whispered, "You're not going to die" and with that his eyes shot open like a bullet and he was instantly sitting up straight, dripping with sweat and tears. He began to sob and flail around. "I don't want to die! Please don't kill me!" Was he talking to me? I wasn't sure. Was this caused by the shit I gave him and how I hurt him? I blamed myself only.
I looked over to the clock, it was almost 6 am and this had gone on all night. "Twiggy" I spoke, "no one's going to hurt you, you were dreaming" I gently smiled. His eyes then focused on mine and everything was silent. He cocked his head like a confused dog. "A...dream?" He asked, anxiety trembling from his chapped lips. I nodded and took his hands in mine.
"You're safe now, I'm here."
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Sweet dreams are made of screams
Fanfiction*Written in 2018* Boys don't wear dresses sequel. Highschool always felt like a dream for Jeordie White. Friends, true love, people who he called family. But real life was a whole other story... Trigger warning: •R*pe •Abuse •Suicide Ect
