Reign On Me (ON HOLD)

Prologue

Warning ⚠️ This may trigger uncomfortable and emotional feelings.

The terror is beginning to creep into the depths of my every pore and molecule. I hide under my covers hoping that the monster doesn't come home drunk for the fifth night this week. My eyes are focused on the hallway light that seeps through the bottom of my bedroom door. I hear the footsteps coming up the stairs, my body stiffens as I hear his boots scrap across the hardwood floor. I pull the covers up to my chin unable to look away. Every part of my body is screaming for me to run and hide, I open my mouth to scream for my mom but no sound comes out, my vocal chords have betrayed me, but I already know it's too late.

I see his shadow hovering on the other side of my door. I can't move, I'm frozen. I see the doorknob turning, my heartbeat is pounding in my chest, I close my eyes hoping that the monster will change his mind. But then I hear the creaking of the door as the monster slowly pushes it open. I can feel his beady eyes staring at me while he stands in my doorway. No doubt reeking of alcohol and cigars. I keep my eyes closed, the silence in the room is eerie, but the voices within me are deafening, crying out, begging for me to do something, even though I know that fighting is useless. I've tried it many times before. It only makes the monster angrier.

I can feel his hot breath on my neck and cheek. His breathing heavy and ragged. The monster reeks of alcohol, just as I thought. I do my best to keep my eyes closed, I don't want to look into his beady eyes because I know if I do than the monster will think he won. And I won't allow him that one satisfaction. I prepare myself for whats to come. I hold my breath, silently praying that the monster would be too drunk or that someone would wake up to save me from this torment.

But no one comes. No one ever come to save me from the monster. I want to cry, I want to fight him off, like I've done so may times in the past, but deep down I know it will only make him more aroused and prolong the monster's unwarranted intentions. All that is left for my tiny body is to give up. At least for now. I only have hold on until I'm bigger and stronger.

I start to feel him slowly pull the covers from my body. I keep my eyes shut tight. I feel a hand begin to caress my leg, my stiffens. My nightgown is being lifted up as the monster continues to run his along my thigh.

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My body jerks itself awake, I look around the room, my eyes dart towards my bedroom door out of instinct. Nothings there, it's now I notice that I've been panting, I'm soaked in sweat as tears stream down my face. My chest begins to tighten as I remember the events of my nightmare. I remember to breathe.

I stare at the ceiling trying to will my terror away. Here I am, yet again, lying awake in the middle of the night alone and afraid. Plagued by the nightmares that have been the constant reminder since I was thirteen. You would think that I would have grown accustomed to them by now. But sadly, to my dismay they only have increased my anxiety. So, I begin to do my breathing exercises that my therapist had shown me, silently praying that I wouldn't slip into my own personal obscurity.

It takes awhile but I've managed to calm my nerves, a part of me is still shaken from the nightmare. I lie awake, too scared to fall back asleep. I look over at my nightstand, the digital clock reads 4:17. I stare at the blue digital numbers that seem so foreign the longer I look at them. I roll onto my side facing the floor to ceiling modern window. I can make out the city skyline, buildings spread throughout the city, some lights are still on. This is the city that never sleeps after all.

I close my eyes and think of all of things that bring me solace. But all I can seem to think about is her. A peaceful sensation runs through me as I think back to when everything started to change. It always brings a smile to face whenever I think about it. Never would I have thought that I would find love.