Nightmares [Real Stories]

Nightmares [Real Stories]

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I have nightmares, horrible if I may add. Of course, I imagine you also do have them. I'm not saying mine are worse than yours nor vice versa. I have them a lot and I have good quantity of them so, I want to share them, so if you connect to one of them, you can help me to prevent them to get deep into me. Writing my fears down is a better way than to talk about them, so I think this might help me a bit. I can't handle them. I'm terrified, they are just too real sometimes... I am really bad at explaining things so I apologize beforehand; however, I'll try my best. No need to read if you don't wanna read them. I wouldn't...not mine. You might know me better with this, but I please beg you not to think of me as weak. I know it already, no need for more people to say it.
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Hughie Biggs. The love of my bloody life. The fella I swore I'd grow old with, get a ring on my finger from, have the big church wedding, the lot. I used to lie awake at night and picture his hand in mine, picture his laugh bouncing off the walls of our kitchen. Back then, I didn't have the faintest clue about the way the world could chew you up and spit you out. I remember us when we were younger, before everything went sour. When Caoimhe was still alive, when her laugh could still fill a room. When I still had friends-real ones, the kind you'd sit on the green with till it got dark, passing a bag of crisps around, talking rubbish and thinking it meant the world. Back then, we were untouchable, or so we thought. But nothing lasts, does it? Not love, not family, not even friendship. Everything rots eventually, like fruit left out too long. Secrets crawl their way to the surface no matter how deep you bury them, and when they do, they choke you. That's what happened to me. That's what happened to Hughie. The truth came crawling, and it ruined everything. So I've made up my mind. I can't stay here, not in this cursed town, not walking the same streets where his hand used to brush mine, where Caoimhe used to skip beside me, where I laughed like I actually believed in tomorrow. It's all poisoned now. Every corner, every memory, every face that looks at me like they know more than they should. I'm leaving. For good this time. I'll pack a bag, take nothing but what I can carry, and I'll vanish before anyone can stop me. No goodbyes, no explanations. Just gone. Because the truth is, there's nothing left here for me anymore-only ghosts, and I've had enough of them to last me a lifetime.

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