Into The Blue || Blue Bloods Fanfiction

07; It's A Nightmare

Noelle let out a groan as she dreamed of running. She didn't know where she was- she could barely see in front of her, much less around her since it was pitch dark, but she knew she was running from something. She could feel the presence of someone following her and quickly closing in.

She tossed and turned in the bed, letting out a cry when the dark presence revealed itself to being Jimmie. She could hear him screaming out her name, telling her she couldn't run from him. He even began to sing out, 'I'm gonna catch you, I'm gonna find you', like he did when she was trying to get away from him in the house.

When she felt someone touch her arm, she snapped her eyes open with a gasp and sat up in bed. She wrapped her arms around herself, her breathing labored as she told herself it was only a dream. She ran a hand up and down her arm, feeling a chill down her spine. Her room felt heavy and she felt like she couldn't catch her breath.

She tossed her comforter aside and stood up from the bed, running a hand through her brown hair as she walked over to the window. She pushed the window up and leaned against the windowsill, looking out at the fire escape outside the window.

The fire escape was the only downside to her apartment, she hated having one outside her bedroom window, she was too paranoid of someone climbing up to her window and breaking in, but the apartment was affordable and ready to move in, so she took it and just made sure to keep the window locked and the blinds closed.

As she stared out into the dark night and took a deep breath of the fresh air, she tried to remember exactly what it was that woke her up. The nightmare was terrifying and at one point she thought someone had grabbed her arm, but as she was coming to, she also remembered hearing a noise. It was low and sounded far off, a small click noise, like a door being pulled to and the doorknob clicking.

When that thought hit her, she felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up, suddenly she didn't feel so alone in her apartment.

With a pounding heart, she rushed over to the bedside table and scooped up the can of pepper spray, then made her way out of the bedroom and into the small hallway. She kept the can out in front of her as she tiptoed down the hall, getting closer to the living room.

As soon as she made it into the room, she rushed over to the windows, her eyes scanning the room as she reached out to make sure they were locked. After seeing that they were, she then ran over to the door to check all the locks.

When she saw that the door was locked up tight, she turned and fell back against it and took in a shaky breath, willing herself to calm down. The bad dream must have played with her mind and made her paranoid.

She pressed the heel of her hands against her eyes, holding back the tears as she let out a bitter chuckle. Would there ever come a time where she could get a full night of sleep without nightmares? Would there ever be a time where she could stop thinking someone had been in her apartment? Would there ever come a time where she would stop being scared for her life?

Feeling her heart rate slow down, she dropped her hands, then pushed off of the door to walk away, until her eyes landed on the small table by the door. She froze, feeling her breath catch in her throat, when she saw the snow globe Jamie had given her years ago sitting on the table.

She turned her head to look at the table beside the couch, remembering when she had placed it there days ago. Feeling a familiar sense of dread, she dropped the pepper spray and ran into the kitchen, jerking the cabinet doors open, her eyes scanning the small amount of food she had purchased recently. It made her feel a little better to see that the cans were not facing forward or neatly stacked beside each other.

She slammed the doors shut, then ran into the bathroom, just needing to make sure nothing was neatly organized in there too. She opened the door to a cabinet she stored her towels in and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the towels were not grouped by color. She went over to the sink and jerked the door open, glad to see her toiletries were out of order and disorganized.