C2 Daily dose of nightmare

I whimper in fear. My body tenses up. Tossing and turning on the bed. Struggling just to wake up. Struggling to get rid of what was my happening in my head but I couldn't.

I grip onto the sides of my bed my fingernails digging into the bedsheets as the horrid images played on my head, my toes curled up and a sob broke out

My eyes are screwed shut but I can still feel the tears finding their way out as the nightmare began

"Aayla why didn't you help me"

Father was standing in the room, soaked with blood and his heart in his hands

It's my fault he's dead

I turned around crying but there Landon was behind me, he had his hand on his neck tears falling down his eyes.

"I just wanted to be your friend. Look what happened because I wanted to be your friend." He spat out blood, choking on his own blood

I placed my hands over my ears, screaming

if only I had called for help, if only I had called mom maybe, just maybe the monster would have run away or my parent would have killed the monster and father would have been alive today.

" It's your fault! " someone suddenly screamed and darkness falls.

I couldn't run, neither could I hide. Fear takes over this little body of mine and raced my heart, my palms sweaty and my cheeks red.

Suddenly the lights are on and when I finally looked up I see the creature, with bloody fangs so I screamed. Enough to finally wake up.

I jumped off my bed, my chest so tight I could barely breathe, I squeezed my pajamas so tight as I tried to breath

Breath Aayla

Breath

I remind myself. It should be easier, been going through this for ten years so it should be easier. I should be used to my chaos but here I was on my bed teaching myself how to breathe before I suffocated to death

My nightmares are worst these days. They are more frequent than they were two months ago. I was having a relapse and I knew this

My cheeks are laced with tears and my bed with sweat, I sigh, not surprised at all because this is not the first time, though I wish it to be last I know it's not happening anytime soon. I just take off my clothes and run myself a hot bath

Thinking of when this will all stop. They were times when I won't have nightmares for months and every time I had hopes that it was gone forever I relapse

Minutes later I'm out, I get a new pair of pajamas pants, and a sweater before checking the time.

The clock says it's 2:15 am and I scoff. This is the longest I've slept in months

Usually, when I arrive at my apartment by six, I cook then eat. I start my assignment almost immediately and most times I finish by ten, so I watch television for another hour before going to bed by eleven. The nightmare comes and most times I wake by 1:30, the latest by 2 AM on the dot, so seeing that I'm fifteen minutes late is surprising. I do not know whether to be happy about this or not. I still struggling with insomnia.

I also do not put that much thought into it as I brew my coffee. I like it black, so I take it hot, to the balcony. My therapist complains about how I take coffee, she says instead of Coffee I should take my drugs but it hasn't been helping me get any sleep, and it is not like I take coffee every day or that it has any sort of effect whatsoever

One of the good things that come from renting this apartment apart from the extra security is the amazing view through the terrace

Almost every apartment has a terrace here but I bet I use mine more than any other tenants here since I sleep four hours a day.

I sip out of my coffee as I watch the city, I like the way the lights seemed to be alined shinning very beautiful at night, not to mention the way it complements the darkness and flurries, snow sits on building, cars and anything it could find and it just makes the night more wonderful

My lack of sleep has made me fall in love with the night and made me prefer it more than the day. It's quiet and sometimes I feel like I own it, it's the only time of the day that I can think and don't have to worry about having a panic attack from being around people, it's the only time I could just be -

"You!"

I turn at the voice and saw a figure of a young man standing at the terrace next to mine, I couldn't make out his face because of the low light but I could see he was wearing Jean, I can see his black brief sniffing out of his jeans and he's wearing a shirt which makes it look like he hadn't slept at all, or did he sleep in those uncomfortable clothes? Besides isn't he freezing?

"It's you" he repeated, folding his hands across his chest, I could tell he frowning at me, his voice was tensed and made me uneasy, I furrow my brow at him, squinting my eyes so see his face clearly

Not like I even know anyone in this apartment, I never saw my neighbors or even spoke to them

"Do I know you? "I whisper, not really sure if he'd hear me, he scoffs and walks closer to the edge of the terrace, the moonlight bouncing off the window, reflecting on his face

It was the guy from the earlier

The guy I had carelessly ran into ran off too embarrassed to stand in front of him what was he doing here?

" I'm surprised you don't remember me" My breath quicken as the memories of earlier replays in my head, there's a lump forming at the back of my throat making it extremely difficult for me to speak "You ran into me in the lobby and almost broke my shoulder"

"I-" I can't talk

I took a step back and another

"Don't run?" he noticed that I was ready to sprint back to my room and called me out, I stood there frozen "Why do you keep running away from me?"

He asked and I doubt he actually wants me to reply to his question

"I'm sorry" I whispered "I can't help it"

"It's so quiet out here and I still can't hear you"

I looked up at him, my chest hammering. Calm down Aayla, take deep breaths, remember what the therapist said, when you feel short of breath, take a pause and breathe.

I can do this, I can talk to another person

"Are you a really shy person or you are just wary of me?" he asked

I took a deep breath before replying

"I am wary of everybody" my voice louder than the first time I spoke causing the stranger to smirk

"That's a really good thing, humans can be dangerous even more than-" he pauses,

I stared at him for a while expecting him to complete his statement but he doesn't.

"Humans aren't as dangerous" I spoke, hinting at him that there was something more and expecting him to ask what I meant by that but he doesn't say anything. He only nodded and it was hard for me to decipher him

"Anyways I'm Jeffrey, your new neighbor," he said

"Oh" I reply, not liking it one bit that he's my neighbor, I mean I kind of suspected that he was living in this apartment but not right next to me

That's unexpected and not a good thing

"Wow it must be fate that you just happen to be my neighbor," I said sarcastically, frankly surprising myself that I am not running back in and locking myself

Jeffrey laughed "Hey, I got this apartment before I ran into you, or rather you ran into me. Whatever you are suspecting me off, I'm innocent"

I found myself smirking, I still felt my chest tightens just talking to him but unlike a few second ago, I was a little more relaxed

Just a little

"By the way why are you outside by this time? It's nearly three in the morning" he asked

"I should ask you the same thing" my voice was still quiet but I made it loud enough so he could hear me

" I couldn't sleep, you? " he asked

"I don't sleep much" I shrug "Watching the star is the best thing to do at this point" I almost push myself down the building when I realize what I just said. I never share anything about my personal life with anyone, especially someone I just might and I can imagine how proud my therapist would be when I shared what I just did

It was weird but there was something about Jeffrey that kept making me slip up and act unusual, this change is a huge deal to me but he doesn't seem to be bothered by the new information I just gave him, it's almost like he already knew or simply just doesn't care

Who is this guy anyway?

I turn to stare at him, his hands are tucked into the pocket of his jeans with his shoulder raised high and his eyes glued to the moon

His black hair is tossed around by the wind, he's so attractive I bet he knows just how attractive of a person he is. Under that shirt, I bet a dollar that he's well built.

I can already see the trace by his broad shoulders and arm. My eyes cannot seem to stop streaming around his body.

What is wrong with me? I can't look at him like that. I wouldn't want him to look at me like that why would I do that to him?

Get a hold of yourself Aayla!

"I must look really good for you to stare at me like that" his mouth raise in a sly smile but his eyes don't leave the moon "Don't worry, I'll give you an extra minute to stare at me since you find me so amusing"

"I'm sorry" I yelled, embarrassment fills my face and I just turn around and straight into the house.

"It's a joke" I hear him say but I just kept on walking.

"Oh my god," I slap my face with both palms to wake me up from this kind of dream. Why was I behaving like a sexually frustrated teenager? It was okay to appreciate a good looking person but I wasn't just appreciate how good looking he was, I felt attracted to him in an unexplainable way

It was like I was drawn to him

Worse, I find being curious about him. I wanted to know how old he was, what he did, what he liked, what he dislike if he was a student.

Is he in university?

Is he at my university?

I shake the curious thought out

"It's none of your business Aayla," I told myself as I decided to bury myself in books. I needed Jeffrey out of my mind, I needed to avoid him, people like him would stair up to my already fucked up life and honestly, I had too maybe things to handle and any sort of relationship was the last thing in my mind

The day finally breaks and I take my bath again and changed into a skirt and a white, long sleeve, shirt. I can't even wear a short sleeve, not just because it's freezing outside but because of the hideous scar on my shoulder. I put on a peach Cardigan I bought last year, wore my lace wig, and then prepared a light breakfast of omelet ​topped with cheese and chives.

I stomach my breakfast as soon as possible but not too fast. I packed my books and tucked the necklace into my shirt.

I arrived at some school thirty minutes before class and try to find a place to park my car, luckily there were not a lot of people around so I found a good spot. Packed my car comfortably then start to walk to class.

I hung my black handbag on my arm and hurl my jacket on before walking to class. The walk to class is always ten minutes from the student car pack, but I

I hear a loud shriek that made my heart fall into my stomach as I got close to the lecture hall

My hands start to shake by my side, what is that sound and where is it coming from? I want to run back to my car and drive back home but instead, I find my leg moving to the area where the noise came from.

My lips are shaking, my chest pounding hard and I squeeze my skirt by its side. I hear the shriek again, it felt like whatever was screaming was in and it just made me more curious about what could make such an inhuman sound

Was it even human? Could it be the same monster?

"Breath Aayla"

I looked around to find out I was the only one around.

Well great! This is the start of every horror movie but I can't stop myself from walking to the back of the lecture building where the noise came from and what I saw scared the life out of me and also, reminded me that I wasn't crazy

I did see what I saw that night

"Oh my god, they are real"