Nightmares.

Bashed.

⚠️ A/N and TW ⚠️

Warning ! This chapter will contain blood, bullying, mentions of animal abuse, extreme bullying, bashed teeth, swearing, and overall general discomfort.
Read to your own desire.
If I am missing any TW's, please let me know, and I'll do my best to fix that.
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Hello! This is my first ever chapter in my nightmare series. If anything doesn't make sense, I apologize, my dreams and nightmares often don't do much other than scare myself. Any constructive criticism is welcome, and I hope you enjoy this short and quick story :)
i am also on mobile, so i apologize for any strange formatting!
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I was sitting in my room. It was different, but it was definitely my room. I was sitting on a beanbag chair, which I don't exactly remember having, but it's comfortable so I guess it's alright. There are other people here too. I don't think I've ever met them before, and if I have, it was probably just a quick conversation once or twice. Strange how they're in my room, and how there's three of them. For a while, we sit in silence. Mostly on our phones, or just looking around, not doing anything. Every now and then however, these group of boys come in. They're really annoying. Think of your typical, highschool bullies that always laugh at other people's misfortune. None of us seem happy with them, either. They walk in with a spray bottle of water, and just start spraying people at random. It's always one of us, and after they get a few good shots at them, they leave again. It keeps happening for a while. The room, my room, starts to get void of people. The others eventually get fed up with the kids, and leave. One by one. Soon enough it's only me there. By the time the boys walk in and realize that I'm the only one here, the atmosphere in the room changes. It gets more dark. More heavy. More... threatening. They don't have a spray bottle this time, it's nowhere to be seen. Instead, they have a water bottle. It's metal, fairly large and seems to be a bit heavy. One of the boys near the back has it, and hands it to the one closest to me. I already feel uneasy, as I'm a very weak guy. I stand at 5 feet, weighing just over 90 pounds, and not much else to me. A pretty poor excuse for a man, but I can't do much about it. Not here, anyways. They make their way closer to me, and I can feel in the silence of the air that their intentions aren't friendly. They aren't peaceful.
Two boys take both of my arms and pin them down to the carpeted floor with ease. I struggle of course, but being the way I am, there isn't anything I can do. The one with the metal bottle comes over sitting on the lower half of my body, keeping me from using my legs or any lower body strength to fight back. I can feel the fear rising, my heartbeat quickening, and tears starting to form. The last kid holds my mouth open, forcing me to show my teeth. The guy on top of me mutters some words that I'm too afraid to understand, and before I know it, he raises the bottle up, and brings it down with force, hitting my teeth and gums. He keeps bashing and bashing, my teeth falling out and caving in with me struggling and yelling in pain. He doesn't stop. He keeps bashing, keeps hurting me, keeps destroying me. It hurts, and I can't do anything about it. I've cried so much, and my throat hurts from screaming for anybody, for SOMEBODY to please help me. At some point they stop, and get off of me. Their shit eating grins on their face tell me they aren't done with me yet. I take this chance anyways to get away as soon as I can. They don't stop me, and I run down the hallway into the house's living room. I see my mom there, casually talking to a friend as if I wasn't just screaming bloody murder in the room only down the hall. I try to mutter any form of call for help, any form of words that could tell her to please help me, help her child. She only looks at me, giving me an empty yet confused expression, as if my mouth isn't gushing blood, and my eyes aren't dousing my face with tears. Her and her friend only seem to see me as an interruption to their little get together. I look across the room to see my cat, on our kitchen table. I start making my way to her, looking for any kind of comfort, any kind of affection. I hear the boys coming down the hallway. They're angry, yelling and screaming at me, wanting to hurt me. I finally get across the room to my cat, and look back to the group of boys. They have something with them, a staple gun. They're shouting at me, and for the most part I don't understand, but I string enough context to put together that they're gonna shoot my cat. They want to hurt her because I ran away. I didn't accept what was happening, and so now my innocent little baby has to pay. My cat, who's done nothing wrong, is having her life threatened because of me. They want to torture her, take the staples and pin her to the ground, leaving her to bleed. Crush her bones, and break her to the edge of death, painful and slow death, while they force me to do nothing but watch. They're yelling at me, and now they want to hurt the only thing I had to love in this cruel and disgusting place. They want to hurt the most purest and innocent of souls, and it was all my fault. I start yelling as well, telling them to leave her alone. Everything of mine is in pain, my throat feeling torn from yelling pleads at them to not hurt my cat. The poor little thing herself is watching intensely, while i stand in front of her to protect her from anything these fucking bastards might do. I continue to scream, looking at the boys and my mother, who is merely watching this all happen like it's some TV show. She looks at me with empty eyes as I beg her to do anything, to be a god damn adult and stop this torture. The loud noises, the anger, the fear, the pain. It's all too much. I can't take it anymore, please PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE.

The boy with the staple gun starts to walk closer, forward, but that's when everything finally stops. 
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I slowly open my eyes, looking up at my bedroom ceiling. Dimly lit blue lights illuminate the space enough for me to see and quickly understand that it was nothing but a dream. I sit there for a few minutes, thinking about everything I had unconsciously witnessed. It doesn't take me much longer before I call out
"Ethan?"
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"y....yeah?"
"I had another nightmare."
"do you want to talk about it?"
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"Sean?"
"I'm really scared somebody is gonna hurt me. Or us."
"What are you talking about? Is this from your nightmare? Sean, no matter what happens we'll always be okay. I, nor Josh or King will ever let anything bad happen to you. ELi might be a different story, but she's not even that important anyways. How bad was it tonight?"
"Pretty bad."
"Well I'm right here to protect you, as always. How about we try to go back to bed? Hopefully this time they'll be no nightmares. It's late."
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"Okay."
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Woooooo !!!!! That's the first chapter y'all! Everything after with all the dialogue is what happened after the dream from when I woke up. Obviously it's not word for word, since none of these are gonna be in order from most recent or anything. I should also mention that most of the 'after dream' scenarios include me talking about it with some people that I'm close with. It'll often be a mix up between King, Ethan, Josh, or ELi. Information about them will be in a separate book, just to clear things up :) Anyways, thank you for reading until here! I hope you had enjoyed this short story, and hope you guys are ready for the next! The dreams also vary in graphic-ness(?), so not all dreams will be super gory or detailed as others might be. Again, hope you enjoyed, and I'll see you guys in the next nightmare, bye bye!

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