He woke up with a loud gasp. sweating, A nightmare had disturbed him from his sleep it was around 5am. He started to sob, tears streaming down his cheeks in complete darkness. The nightmares, their back. Haunting him, killing..consuming his mind. " I- I can't.." he whispers to himself. It has come to a point where Elijah can't handle the nightmares, the sorrow, the urge to grab the blade and tear his skin up once again. He needed it, he needed to feel that pain again.The only thing that will cause 'numbness' in his body." I have to..I" once again be whispers to himself.With a struggle, with tears still flowing from his eyes, he just managed to get up off his bed ..heading to the drawers which contained that silver piece of metal, the thing that first took over his life, leaving a scared covered body. He picked up the blade and run his finger lightly over it, for a moment you swear he was re thinking it. that should he do it? is it worth it? but at the time he had nothing to think of he was just..empty. The blade run across his already scared skin, leaving a trail of blood running down his arm, this happend multiple times.Fresh wounds now revealed on his arm .Elijah..Elijah..he is a strong person but right now..he is just a wounded soldier.
