You and Brooklyn were laying in bed. You were pretty sure he was asleep, and you were listening to music in your headphones. You were dozing out and waking up, when Brooklyn shifted in bed. He sat up and let his feet touch the floor. "Where are you going, babe?" you asked him, taking your headphone out. "Getting a drink" he said, glancing over his shoulder. You nodded and smiled, turning your music off. You turned off the lamp that was on beside you and cuddled down in bed. You pushed your head deep into the pillow and shut your eyes. You were almost asleep when you felt Brooklyn on top of you. "Not tonight babe, I'm tired" you said, not opening your eyes. You felt a sharp pain in your chest. Your eyes opened wide and you saw Brooklyn with a knife. "What the fuck!?" you gasped, as he lunged again. You pushed his hands and tried to fight him. "Y/N" he said, and you squirmed, trying to get out from under him. "Y/N its okay" he said, still pushing the knife towards you. Blood was starting to pool at your abdomen. "Get off me!" you screamed and you shoved him hard. He was off balance, and you squirmed away again. "Y/N, relax!" you heard him say. You blinked and saw Brooklyn on top of you. You felt more aware now, and you punched his chest. "Y/N!" Brooklyn said, and he got off you. You looked down and lifted your shirt to see what Brooklyn had done. There was nothing. "What's your problem?" Brooklyn said, clutching his bare chest. "You stabbed me..." you said, realizing how ridiculous it sounded. "You were having a nightmare, I was trying to stop you from flailing around" he said, coming towards you and taking your hand. "I am so sorry" you said, and Brooklyn pulled you into a hug. "I would never do that. Ever. I love you so much." You both cuddled and you went back to sleep, feeling safe in his arms.
