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Amon clutched his head, ruffling his hair to stop himself from going to sleep.
Though over this last month, he had made Lily slowly and steadily reduce her trauma, he was still inflicted by it.
That day when he first put Lily to sleep and also went to slumber later was when it all started.
The corpses and souls of the children who died that day haunted him in his sleep.
Their bloodshot eyes, rotten hands and heads, cold touch, and harrowing screams made him wake up with a jolt in a couple of minutes.
He carefully got out of bed and ran to the bathroom, throwing some cold water on his face quickly.
But, it didn't end there.
The same nightmare would repeat whenever he went to sleep, intensifying each time.
He couldn't sleep for more than 5 minutes anymore before the nightmares grew to such a point that he instantly woke and threw up.
It affected his mental strength as well and the toll kept increasing day by day.