Tired and almost over (Ongoing)

Dream

4:55

I'm back. Shopping is away. I've made her tea and tidied downstairs. I can here her stirring. Apart from this I'm mostly fine, but I can't get what that woman said to me about of my head.

And I can't get him out of my head.

LEVI

Fuck. She's awake. I move toward the stairs, staring up at the landing as if it they were going to walk me up themselves. Well. Drag.

I place a cold hand on the bannister and a weak foot on the first stair to make my way up. Straight up to the landing. Her room is at the end of the hall. Mine is straight on the left.

I here a glass smashing so I pick up the pace and reach her door. 'Yes mum?'

She's sobbing and rocking into the wall. Hitting her head of it.

She's standing in the corner, shattered glass in her bloodied hand, quivering with rage. Her long black hair is matted, face pale and sickly. I don't even recognise her anymore. My heart isn't even going fast. I know what's coming next.

Where were you. WHERE WERE YOU. Her words cut me with every spat out letter.

'I don't know what you mean mum. Your hand is bleeding. Let me help.'

Stay back! She shrieks, clenching the glass tighter.

Despite her wishes I take two steps forward. She's crying now and she flinches with every movement. This hurts.

But I'm quick. I move into her and grab her wrist, she yells but she'll bleed out if I don't. As she drops the glass I swing her round so she's sitting on the bed and hold her into me.

'You're okay' I whisper whilst rocking her.

You're okay.