4--
Everything's dark.
I'm not going to elaborate on it, you know what it's like to be swallowed up by complete darkness.
I hear rustling behind me and something smooth fall from my wrists. Something nudges my foot, then a voice instructs me to stand down. The material around my eyes slowly comes off, revealing a brightly lit bathroom; gray mold crammed between the cracks in tiles surrounding the tub. I'm on my knees and my hair is in knots dangling in front of me.
My shaky breath hangs thick white in the air and I slowly move my hands from behind my back, examining them, only to find black dirt and blood sitting under my nails.
"I said stay down bitch." The voice sneers behind me, grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling the back of my head against his thigh.
Sweat and tears fall from my face, making a clear puddle on the yellow tiles beneath me. I'm shaking like crazy and I try to look up to get a better view of the monster, but my hair's in the way.
"I'm gonna count to three, and when I get to three I want you to stand up slowly and face me, got it bitch?" He said, twisting my hair in his hand.
I make a small noise in the back of my throat, shaking my head softly as he starts to let go of my hair, his fingers slowly combing out of it.
"One."
I'm going to die.
"Two."
What the fuck is happening.
"Three."
He let's go and I fall forwards on my hands, I let out small breaths as I slowly get up, my knees shaking beneath me. I stare down at my feet the entire time, not daring to turn around and I can feel presence of the person behind me slowly inch closer until their back is fully pressed against my trembling body.
"I said three bitch, turn around."
I keep my head down, turning around slowly until I'm staring down at our touching feet; the tips of my bare ones touching the front of his converse which are covered in a thick layer of mud. I watch his greased hands reach up towards my face, where he cups my cheek for a soft second. I close my eyes slowly and feel as his hands travel towards the base of my throat, lightly fanning the skin there with his fingertips. I take shallow breaths, my hands shaking at my sides.
Suddenly he roughly grabs my throat, squeezing it tighter and tighter with both hands.
I claw at his chest, my screams clogged at the back of my throat. Spots dot across my vision, blocking his face.
"Wake up Love."
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My hair clung to the back of my neck with sweat, my nails dug deep into my palms. My heart was bursting against my chest and vile was rising up my throat. I threw myself over the side of my bed, throwing up in the small can beside it.
The bin is shaking in my hands and the taste of vomit lingered in my mouth. I set the bin down and crept out of bed slowly, using the wall to guide myself to the bathroom because of how pitch black it was. I shakily reached for the light switch, flipping it on and dragged myself over to the toilet, curling up against it.
Deep breaths, deep breaths baby girl.
"One..two..three-" I counted, hurling into the seat before I could reach four.
"I can't do it, I can't do this." I whimpered, pulling my damp hair to one side.
I'm probably over exaggerating.. It's just a dream.. It's just a nightmare, nothing big..
