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Is It Over?

{Two weeks}

It has been two weeks since my last nightmare attack. I have recovered from the ongoing shock almost completely. I still dread closing my eyes at night; that's the part I'm ever so desperate to get over. The lack of sleep is slowly making me go mad. When will it stop?

{Seven weeks}

I can't seem to think straight. I could have sworn I was getting better, but now I think it's getting worse as time goes on. The funny thing is that it doesn't show or raise any red flags like I thought it would. The guys are starting to worry, and have been taking turns watching over me like I'm an incapable baby. It's getting tiring having them always there; I need some privacy... don't I?

{One Month}

What the hell is happening to me.. I mean, first i'm in the kitchen making food and the next minute i'm in the corner of the room talking to myself. The scary part is that I have no control over anything that I do anymore. It's almost like i'm being remotely controlled and the real me is trapped in my head behind my own eyes watching everything "I" do. Can't the guys see that I'm suffering? Do they not know that anything is wrong, or are they ignoring my issues? I don't wanna be in my own mind anymore. Someone please let me out.

{Five Months}

It's been too fucking long. The only person that has started to notice that something is off, by even a foot, is Matt. He'll talk to me for hours now, ask if i'm feeling alright or if I want any water. He sits next to me when i'm talking to myself and just holds me in a bear hug, telling me everything is going to be alright. That i'll "make it out ok". what the hell does he mean by that??

{Five Months & a week}

Matt finally told the rest of the guys what's been going on. They all agreed on taking me to therapy to try and help me snap out of this coma-like trance. The only thing, is that I don't know if I want to escape anymore. My mind is warm and cozy, like snuggling up to a fire during the harsh frigged winter. I know it's safe in my mind and I don't want to leave anymore. Please don't make me...

{One Year}

They say i'm getting better, but I know that can't be true. After all, i'm still trapped in my mind. The things I think, the things I say; are not my thoughts anymore. None of it's me and I have no clue of what is happening. Could I be developing amnesia? No, not possible. But if that's the case, there's only so much time left before i'm gone and the "new me" takes over forever. Please help me get out of here!!!

{Slowly}

I've gone to at least a year and a half's worth of therapy, and I'm seeing a difference now. I'm reverting back to my original self slowly. Hurry up already; I cannot stay in my own head for much longer. it's driving me insane! They say i'll be back in no time. I hope they're right.

{Once again}

I'm back. Completely this time. It took two years, two fucking years to get me back to how I was before the nightmares started. I finally feel free from myself. The guys took great care of me and I will forever be great full to them. My only question though? Where the hell was Tom?...

A/N: Oh my goodness, that was such a rush to write! Apologies for the very long wait on the new chapter. I hope you enjoyed the suspense as much as i did writing it. My updates will still be a tad slow, but i promise the wait is worth it. Thank you all for sticking with me and have a wonderful good Morning, Afternoon, or Night. With that said, feel free to message me any thoughts & leave comments. Trashcanmother Out!