The Weeping One (MXW)

Dreams

***Aubrey's POV***

If nightmares were a song, I could write an album.

Every night for two weeks I have relived a vivid assault of my past.

Every night I wake in cold sweats and screams.

Even on my earliest days as a human, when torture filled my life, I never felt as violated as I do now.

I had good dreams in between and they were equally as vibrant and realistic.

My brain was working overtime and I was worse for the wear.

This morning I woke to a soaked sheet stuck to my skin. Sweat drenched my hair and my voice physically ached from the raw screams that ripped thru my vocal chords.

What dream violently warred with my subconscious?

My angel.

Push!

I pushed for hours.

One more time Aubrey, you got this.

I bore down and pushed with such intensity, my body tremored from the force.

It's a girl.

The doctor handed me my screaming child and I looked at her beautiful angelic face.

Perfect.

I grabbed her fingers and she wrapped them around my thumb.

I cooed and awed at her eyes.

Then she let out a blood curdling scream.

Her fingers detached from her hand.

I matched her scream with one of my own.

I rubbed her head to calm her down and her soft whispers of hair came from her scalp and melted into my hand.

I stared at my baby as her limbs disappeared in my hands.

I screamed torturously while she fell apart in my arms.

The flashback of the nightmare had me praying to the porcelain god.

I puked every ounce of food from my body and bile chased behind it.

"Baby. It's ok. It was just a nightmare." Darius frantically brushed my hair from my head as he wiped a cool cloth across my face and laid another upon my neck.

"I can't handle this. I can't." I cried.

I was so tired. My body ached from lack of sleep. I couldn't stay awake and I didn't want to be asleep.

I threw up more than I kept down.

The stress was unbearable.

"Parvulus, we need to get you to the doctor." Darius begged.

"Call her. I need something. I can't take this." I pleaded.

Darius got me in the cool shower and cleaned the filth of despair from my body.

I got dressed and trudged slowly down the stairs.

I was completely exhausted.

Black bags sat under my eyes and red dots peppered my pale skin from the puking.

"Aubear, still not sleeping well?" Bryan worried.