The Man Named Death ✔

CHAPTER 28: THE INTRUDER

Hey, my little bunches of coconuts.

Do you know what sucks? When you have a writing block. Trump. When you relate to a character too much. Gas prices. The economy. Jellyfish. When I have the ending placed out and only a couple chapters left but no idea how to get there.

Oh duh. You're here for the story.

Chapter 28: The Intruder

I haven't gotten more than two hours of sleep every night for the last week.

Every night I'm having nightmares of Dave finding me, alone, and doing what he always does.

I always go to bed with a headache and wake up with tears.

Thanatos helps, his warmth pushes away the bad thoughts but I can tell by the bags under his eyes that he's not getting enough sleep.

I told him to stay at his place, Joey is at Osiris' house and Polo is at Maven's.

And Dave won't attack me when I'm with someone, he's a prideful bastard like that. He'll hurt me when no one's looking and take satisfaction in no one catching him.

But I think he's forgotten I'm not that scared little girl anymore.

Sure, I want to die but I'll fight like hell to make sure he doesn't kill me.

If he even comes close I'm calling the cops. I have a restraining order on Dave but that doesn't feel like enough.

It's like I'm stuck underwater.

It's cold and it's fine at first because I know how to swim.

I'm a great swimmer, it's no problem being in the water.

But then my lungs start to ache and my fingers go numb and slowly I'm losing feeling in my entire body. I can't feel anything at all but at the same time, I'm burning alive.

And I know the surface is right there, it's so close. I could reach out and swim my way to the air, to salvation.

But I can't bring myself to do it.

I can't bring myself to care enough about myself to tell anyone the way I'm feeling.

Maybe it's because I'm scared of how they'll act.

Maybe it's because if I tell someone, it becomes real and right now it all feels like one big horrible dream and I'll wake up any second in Thanatos' arms and Dave will become a distant memory.

Or maybe it's because I just want to die in peace without anyone worrying about me.

I sigh deeply as I stare up at my ceiling, the room feeling cold and empty without Thanatos. There's no point in sleeping. I know that if I close my eyes I'll just have nightmares that wake me up.

I'd rather be sleep deprived than go insane by seeing Dave's face in my dreams.

It's astounding what humans can go through and survive.

People have lost limbs and kept fighting, people have gotten bitten by sharks and lived to tell the tale and me?

I was beaten to death.

I literally died but I came back, my heart tore to pieces while staining my best friend's mind and all that I have gone through still isn't enough for Dave to leave me alone?

How sick does someone's mind have to be, how disturbed are they that someone can torment me the way Dave and his friends have?

The way Steve and Lidia have?