"Looks like you're his next victim."
"Jesus Nova, didn't your mum ever warn you about creatures like me?! I'm not good for you and I'll end up ruining you or killing you!"
He wasn't human. There was nothing human about him. His blood was cold and hi...
"Sittin' in the back of this Cadillac Thinkin' I worked way too hard to be where I'm at Blinded by the cars and the boulevards I always took my cues from the real stars"
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Nova
Today is a chilly Sunday, but it's going to be a good day. I'm getting my stitches out this morning. It's been a long ten days and I just can't wait to get cleared to go back to work. I'm so tired of staying in bed day in and day out, constantly staring at the same four walls everyday until I go to bed. In ways it reminds me of when I was in the institution, which makes me sick.
I've been having terrible nightmares recently. Images of what happened in the bathroom have been coming to me in the form of horrific visions. Every night I get a new piece and the scenes play in my head like a kaleidoscope. Harry insists I write down every detail of information in a notebook so the guys know what to look for. The hard part is I never saw the person's face. I only saw their black vans from under the stall door as they crossed the bathroom. I can still smell the leather glove that covered my screaming and pleading mouth.
The nightmares have been so bad that I've been taking my Citalopram more than usual and now am left with an empty bottle. A couple days ago I had the worst nightmare than before. I couldn't breath, my chest was tight and it felt like someone was sitting on top of me pressing their hands against my mouth and nose. The dream felt so real, I could smell the leather, causing me to break out into a sweat as I flung my arms and legs around. It only stopped when Louis came running in my room and shook me awake.
I was so frightened I ended up smacking Louis in the face the second my eyes opened, not remembering who he was or why he was there. Once my fuzzy mind cleared, I felt so bad and apologized a million times, but Louis just kept shaking his head and rubbing his cheek. He ended up laughing about it a little later, saying that it was probably the hardest he's been smacked, but was impressed. Afterwards he ended up giving me some of the Oxycodone I was prescribed for my pain, hoping that would calm me down since my anxiety medicine was gone.
I just really want to get out of the apartment now. I've been cooped up for too long and I'm starting to lose my mind. I lay in bed all day and just replay the nightmares in my head. Sometimes I'm too scared to sleep and force myself to stay up the nights that Harry comes.
I just really need to get cleared today.
"Need any help getting out of the shower?" Judy calls from the other side of the bathroom door.
I turn off the warm water and grab a towel to wrap around me. Judy has been insistent on helping me whenever I get out of bed- which isn't much. She's too worried I'm going to fall and crack my skull opened again.
