Nemuri Kayama was no stranger to nightmares, it came with the job description.
There was always gonna be a case that hits to close to home over something you saw or heard that was going to stay with you whether it be a civilian you just couldn't save or a villian that got away.
It's was currently 2am Nemuri was at home alone, her soulmates Shouta and Hizashi were both working.
She had woke at little over a hour ago the thunder so loud is shook the house the lightening so bright it lit up their bedroom.
Nemuri always hated storms they always had a way of putting her on edge she tried to drown out the awful noise listening to Hizashi's voice on the air but it wasn't helping any.
Deciding that maybe a cup of tea would relax her Nemuri made her way to the kitchen.
As she waited for the kettle to hear she prepared to stay out in the living room were there wasn't any mirrors or windows.
The quietness of the house was stifling that when the kettle screeched she jumped.
Heart beating fast Nemuri prepared a cup of relaxing tea with sleep aid, catching her reflection on the stainless steel kettle she noticed she had dark deep circles under her eyes.
'Just how much sleep have I missed?' She wondered.
Carrying her tea back with her into the living area she sat down onto the couch she had turned turn the radio up more to listen to, after getting into a comforable position she sat and thought.
She thought about why she couldn't sleep, why she hated storms and why she was always anxious when there was a storm.
Sipping on her tea she sat there for what felt like hours till her eyes started to feel heavy.
Setting down the empty cup she relaxed laying down under the chunky thick yarn blanket she had throw over herself before letting sleep take her.
( Dream )
There were trees all around miles and miles of tree.
It was dark and foggy out with shadows dancing, fire flies lit a small area close too what looked like a cave.
No matter how she tried Nemuri couldn't get closer to investigate the area. The air was chilly, the wind blew wrestling the leaves.
Soft crying could be heard too.
For the life of her she couldn't distinguish which direction it was coming from, the small cries echoed around her.
Help me
Save me
I'm hungry..so very hungry!
I want to die
Make it stop
Why me?
Why am I hated?
Why doesn't anyone want me?
Why doesn't anyone love me?
I don't want to be here, I hate it here!
Somebody anybody help me PLEASE
Stop it, it hurts.
Please stop I'm sorry I'll be good I promise.
I won't cry anymore.
I'll never ask for food again just please stop hurting me.
I'm sorry!
Kill me.
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Destined to be yours
RomansaThere are many things we have no control over. We don't choose to be born, who our parents are or how people choose to see and treat us but what you can control is how you turn out despite what life throws at you.
