45

Sweat was pouring off of my body. My throat sore from all the screaming. The cover I went to sleep with is on the floor after my tossing and turning.

Putting a shaking hand over racing heart hoping that it doesn't jump out of my chest. It's just a dream. I tell myself. He's not here to hurt me anymore. He can't hurt me like he used to not from where he is.

My heart was at its normal pace but I was still shaking. I hate that he still haunts me so that I can't close my eyes without seeing his face. I blow out a breath through my mouth looking at the time. It was a little past three in the morning.

The nightclothes is sticking to the skin leaving the cold to seep in crawling down my spine. I closed my eyes taking another deep breath. My breath hitched seeing those blue eyes but when I blinked they were gone. I switched on the bedside lamp, it immediately chases away all the darkness pushing them back to where they belong.