Just a Dream-|H.S|-

Chapter one

Hey! So chapter one is a little short and I did write it very late last night, so it may have some mistakes but I hope you enjoy!
Also play Right down the line by Gerry Rafferty.
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Have you ever seen someone in a dream so frequently that you feel the connection? That you are meant to meet them, they are a significance. Have you ever seen them get hurt though? Dragged by their long, curly, brunette hair. Thrown into a room and tortured. And worst of all, you can't help them. Simply because... it's just a dream, a very bad dream.

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Beads of sweat rolled down his skin as he shot up, screaming, from his horrid sleep. His hair lays a mess upon his head, sweat dripped down his half naked body.

Dream.

Another.

Stupid.

Fucking.

Dream.

I took a deep breathe in and then let it out.

I glanced down to the skinny blonde girl that I slept with earlier that night, her eyes wide. She looked scared and worried but I could give two fucks.

"A-are you okay?" She stuttered out her light pink, useful, might I add, lips.

Shit.

What was her name again? Jessica? Leah?.... Tiffany?

I honestly don't have any clue, not that I could care. She's just a random person from the club that I sold Xanax to.

"I'm fine, just a tiny dream." I managed to push from the back of my dry throat.

"Are you sure, you're sweating like crazy?" Her thick city accent annoyed me even more than her being in my bed.

"Trust me, I'm fine." I gritted between tight teeth. However, I don't think she understands what "I'm fine" means because she opens her fucking mouth again.

"I can get you a towel if you would like. Or I could make you some tea so you can-"

"I'm fine, Becca!" I shout. "Why are you still in my flat anyway. Any smart person would leave, but I guess you're not so smart, huh?"

The look she gave me told me that wasn't her name and she's now pissed. sHIT

"My name is Darsey, asshole!" Darsey said as she stormed out of bed, grabbing her clothes laying all across the floor and putting them on as fast as she could.

Normally if someone talked to me like that I'd kill them but right now I want her gone.

The door slams in the distance.

God. I should have fucking shot her. At Least I'd have something to do. Cleaning blood off my kitchen floor, my kind of night.

3:00 am

Bloody hell.

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The sound of my alarm is what I hear at 5:30 in the morning.

I didn't sleep.

At all.

Before I woke up from the dream I was only sleeping for about 20 minutes. Hell. I don't even know how I fell asleep. I honestly don't understand how I managed to let that whore stay in my bed. I don't understand girls.

Crawling out of bed, I make my way to the closet to pick out gym shorts and throw them on. I walk to the gym upstairs and turn on the treadmill.