Authors Note i:

This is dedicated to 'SnottyBrat' and 'Rosalia123'. Thank you for your comments that give me the warm fuzzies.

Thank you all. 

He gripped the knife by the microwave as he heard her scream. He made his way to her room intending to eradicate the life of whoever was tormenting her. He pushed the door open, ready to plunge the weapon into the dominant vein of the culprits’ neck. He stopped and watched. Her eyes were closed, arms flailing around the bed sheets as she screamed for help. She was her culprit. He had entered her room to kill the culprit.

“I don’t want to kill her.”

His grip on the knife loosened and he mentally searched his memory for the word which describes his actions. He had read about it before and was thrown into confinement for 2 two days for having displayed it through his actions. “What was it?” He continued to think and remembered it had occurred when they had been testing his pain tolerance and he hadn’t pressed the burning iron over his fingers. He had waited a few moments before doing it. After a few moments of silence he blinked upon remembrance.  

“Hesitation.” He concluded.

Dara flung her sheets off her as she sat up gasping. The same dream. She hated it. It was always the same pictures of hands trying to grab her as they chased her down a long white corridor. She would call for help but no one would hear her. With a hand on her heart and the other wiping the thin coat of sweat from her forehead she steadied her breathing… until she noticed the figure next to her and the gleam of a knife shining in the moonlight.

“What are you doing GD?”  Dara asked with caution. “Why do you have a knife?” She made sure to keep her tone soft and careful. From what he had told her about himself so far; she knew that he should be more scared of her than she of him.

“I heard you scream. I grabbed the knife with the intention of killing the culprit”

At first she was shocked at the bold statement but her face softened upon realising that he had answered her straight away. He hadn’t waited for permission. “Progress” she thought. “He’s a fast leaner.”

“Then I realised that you were making yourself scream. I hesitated because I didn’t want to kill the culprit anymore. Then I stood there and kept watching you until you woke up.”

She fought the urge to laugh out loud by how honest he were. “At least I never have to worry about him lying to me.” She silently laughed.

“I was having a bad dream- pictures that appear when your eyes are closed. Sometimes they make you laugh and other times…she dropped her gaze to her clasped hands… they frighten you.”

“Frighten you?...” GD blinked as he noticed she still wasn’t looking at him. Why wasn’t she looking at him? She didn’t need permission. “…whether my eyes are open or closed I’ve always seen the same pictures.”

“What do you see when your eyes are closed GD?”

“Countless syringes. Tape, rope, metal bands to hold me down. White coats splattered with blood. Me, destroying