Max's Point of View
I sighed as David smiled and left the room. A few seconds later, he returned with some water. He gave it to me.
". . . thanks."
David nodded. "Its late. You should try getting back to sleep."
I just nodded and layed back down.
"Are you sure you don't want a bed?" David asked me. "I've got a spare room."
"Its okay." I replied. "I'm okay here."
"Okay." He said. "I'm heading off to bed. If you need me, just come get me."
I nodded and David headed off to his room.
I dreaded sleep. I hated it. I always have a nightmare and I can't handle them. Of what my parents do to me.
I have to deal with them in real life and my dreams!? That's just fucked.
I sat up and pulled the blanket off me, went to my bag, and got Mr. Honeynuts. I smiled, feeling a bit better.
I headed back to the couch and layed down, pulling the blanket over me again, and took a bit to fall asleep.
** Nightmare **
"Max." My dad said. I looked at him in fear. Mom stood next to him, with a blank expression, but her eyes full of hatred.
I noticed I was no where. I was just in a black void with my parents, and I couldn't move.
"Maxwell." Mom said. "Why are you such a burden? A failure."
"Why are you, you?" Dad asked. "You're a mistake."
They walked closer to me, as I could do nothing but watch and wait.
They reached me and my dad held me down as my mother hovered over me with a knife.
She lowered it and dug it into my shoulder as I screamed in pain.
She just laughed as my dad took the knife and dug it into my stomach, then dragging it up to my chest.
** Nightmare over **
I jolted up breathing heavily. I took noticed of my surroundings, noticing I was still in David's home. I sighed in relief.
I thought back at my dream and groaned. I remember that day. It was the first time they ever brought a knife on me.
I was lucky to survive. Dad didn't put the knife in that deep, and had just missed my heart when he dragged it up.
I held back tears. I'm not going to cry again.
I looked at the clock and saw it was 4:00am. I'm not going back to sleep.
I couldn't take it anymore, I needed to tell. I got up and headed to David's room. I slightly opened the door, to see him asleep. I felt bad for waking him up, but I needed to talk. I don't want to lie to him and have him send me home.
"David?" I whispered while tapping him.
"Hmm?" He groaned.
"I-it's me." I said, in a quiet voice.
"Max?" David asked. He sat up and turned on the bedside lamp. "What's wrong?"
"I had another nightmare . . ." I mumbled, thinking about it.
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Rescue: Camp Camp Dadvid
FanfictionIt was nearing the end of Summer, meaning all the other campers and Max were going home. On the last day, David noticed Max acting differently than he usually does, but he brushes it off, and all the campers go home. Until a turn of events happen.