She writhed in her sleep, fighting the images that haunted her. She was fighting, again, against the men that had attacked her home. Then suddenly she was alone, darkness surrounding her. She began walking, trying to see anything - just anything. She could hear her steps echoing. It felt as if she was walking through murky puddles, dragging her feet slowly through the depths to make less noise. And then she heard what sounded like a body hitting the liquid several feet away. Moving closer to investigate, torches lit around her, illuminating the area she was treading. Gasping, she realized she'd been traversing through blood, and the noise she'd heard WAS a body. It was HER body. And then the man who terrorized her appeared, hovering above her still body. He was laughing as he cut into her skin, again and again before he lifted her, slamming his blade through her chest. She cried out as she fell to her knees. Trying to stand, she felt fingers wrapping around her, dragging her down. She struggled to free herself to no avail. She was under the blood, reaching for the surface as she sank further. Screaming into the blood, the last thing she saw was the man's evil, grinning face. She woke up, sitting upright. The room spun as she tried to clear her vision and look around. Frantic, she tried to stand. Beside her she heard someone move to her, speaking softly. "Whoa, whoa, slow down. Take it easy. You're safe, I promise." She stopped panicking and looked towards his voice. It was so calming, yet worried. It made her heart flutter. She blushed at the feeling as her eyes focused on his soft smile and the warm hands that had found their way to hers. 'What is this feeling...'
He always said he'd come for me again one day, I was just hoping I'd never actually live to see it happen. "It's time to open your eyes, little one," his voice gently brushes my earlobe but I still don't want to believe this is real, it can't be. I frequently have nightmares that I always wake up from, but this one is different. I don't think I can wake up this time. "Look at me Blair," he demands. "You're not real. This isn't real," I whisper through closed eyes. "The more you fight it, the worse it will get," he coldly states. I choke back the dryness in my mouth as my eyes begrudgingly flutter open only to have them widen immediately. I look around and realize that I'm not even in my hotel room next to my physical body, I am standing in the middle of the street about three blocks away from where I fell asleep. I don't know how I got here...but I know that I'm not alone.