↪ Your Sweet Nightmare !

Crying Nightmares

Howling winds, scratching walls, 

screaming children, and crying families

What has been the worst sound of all? I can never start....

I guess I should start off by introducing myself.

 Naz Honeyscotch.

I am more commonly known as nightmare, Miss Nightmare, to be exact...

Where should I begin ? All I've ever come to know about myself is that I am a nightmare, I've been one since birth. I've killed many, I've saved a few and let only a handful escape my grasp.

I can say that it's been quite the ride dealing with my nightmare. Making them come true, knowing everyone's deepest and darkest nightmares and what they truly fear. It's hard to keep people around me when nightmares chase them all away.

It feels like another side of me, a side I've embraced... But I can't chase Miss Nightmare away, she's there like the blood in my veins. She hides under my bed, in my closet, and in my head.

We've all got a nightmare to deal with, but I can assure you. I'm not anything like you've faced before.

Call me and label me what you think. Human, mutant, ghost, demon, or angel. 

I'm a nightmare, I control your dreams. I make them real, I make your dreams a never ending illusion. Choking you with my dark mist to keep you from running.

Though my nightmares are cruel and unforgivable, I do have a heart that is surprisingly not a black hole.

I take care of those I love, I'll cook, clean and take care of you as best as I can when my nightmares aren't in the way.

But who wants a nightmare anyways? I've hidden this side for too long, and she's figuring out how to break free.

She wants to be free, this is it, this is Miss Nightmare... Someone can't love a nightmare, she might just be a dream... Like I am.

Are we even real?

Can someone please tell me that I am?

I don't want to go away when you wake up, I want to control your dreams and give you sweet dreams, not nightmares. I don't want you to wake up, I don't want to go away.

Stay asleep, stay here. Stay with me, please I'm lonely... I need someone to keep me from falling, help this bitter nightmare become a sweet dream, I can't do this alone.

Save me before the monsters eat me.

There's something under my bed, something in my closet and in my head...

Is she behind me?

Or she behind you?

Who's she working for? Something more scarier that the devil, someone more untrustworthy than a snake? She's her own thing, she's a nightmare, but she's crying.

Black tears rolling down her cream cheeks, and sobs escaping her dark plum coloured lips. She's pulling her raven hair, ripping her white laced dress and begging for someone to hold her. More tears cloud her warm honey eyes, her small fingers rolling around her scalp as she cries. She's broken, where has her family gone? Losing a son, an unfaithful and drunk ex husband, and a daughter who has disappeared. She's lonely, lost and she's got nothing and no one near. Searching for all she's lost because she's alone.