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 Posted: Wed Jan 22, 2014 8:58 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 22, 2014 9:01 pm
The dreams are the same, but worse. Aiden refuses to sleep anymore. It takes hours for him to actually fall asleep and when he does the dreams are draining. Night after night the circles under his eyes darken. Soon it'll look like he's physically bullied. Ever since Granny added the dagger to his dream catcher, the dreams have only become more detailed. They're the same, but he can notice the small things now.
You still can't stop the accident, it still happens. Now though, you hear the car crush into itself with each flip. The ringing in your ears is louder. You're even more helpless as the pain is nearly crippling. It's not just a memory anymore, it's like you're reliving it every night.
Just like every night before, there's the white smile against dark skin. Tonight, you can make out a frame of figure. You still cannot make out the man's face, if it's a man at all. The figure is just a dark shadow, darker than anything in your nightmares. Darker than when you passed out that first night.
His words are more than a sharp pain, they're physical wounds. It's as if the icy dagger you felt was real. When you look down to make sure it's not real, you see the blood. The crimson color seeps into your hospital gown and spreads out from the incision. All you can do is look up at the shadow as a pained noise passes your lips. The color in your face is gone, you've gone ghost white and you feel like throwing up. You hear a dark chuckle, as if this was all amusing to the shadow.
Before the wound could cause the "dream" Aiden to pass out, he shot up and tried to calm his labored breathing. Aiden gasped and coughed, trying to breathe but he couldn't. He was scared, the tears in his eyes didn't help. He couldn't see, it was blurry and dark. Hastily, he got up and ran to turn his light on.
Only when his fingers flicked the light on did he realize he was cold, but only his thighs. Looking down, Aiden saw a wet patch around the crotch of his pajamas. He fell to his knees and just stared at the floor. How was he supposed to get better if he couldn't do anything?
Aiden shook on the floor as he sobbed quietly. His body ached and now he couldn't sleep in his own bed. After ten minutes of sobbing on the floor, the wet clothes started to itch the longer he stayed in them. Finally able to pull himself together, Aiden stood up. He was still shaky as he stumbled to his dresser. He changed, but stopped when he pulled of his shirt. Looking down he saw a scar he didn't have before. Aiden furrowed a brow and touched it. It was warm to the touch and hurt. He knew where it came from, but didn't understand. The longer he tried to make sense of it, the more his head hurt.
The boy shook his head and finished getting dressed. Tomorrow he would go see Granny. Hopefully she would the have answers he couldn't find.
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