My entry for caline's contest. Honestly it's not really a piece for a fluff contest at all, but I still wanted to make it like that. I'm not sure if it turned out the way I wanted though. And guys, really, McDonald's isn't exactly a place for writing 2min fanfics) I won't do it there anymore. Ok,  I'm a little late and I missed the deadline, but I hope someone will at least read it

have a nice day (or night;)

-You are disgusting, damn, don’t come near me, and here I considered you my best friend. How can that be, you make me sick. Don’t talk to me, don’t look at me, just disappear from my sight. I never want to see you again, even your voice disgusts me, I never want to hear it again…

The light was piercing through my closed trembling eyelids as I struggled to break free from the chains of my nightmare holding me close, its sticky tentacles enveloping my whole being to the core, engulfing my sanity and crumbling away with my repeated attempts to wake up until I opened my eyes breathing hard, my heart thumping in my chest violently as I held onto the pieces of my drifting reality. Again. I saw it again today. I inhaled a deep breath until my chest hurt, lungs threatening to burst open and flopped on my crumbled bed sheets, my body sweaty and trembling ever so slightly as I curled into a ball covering myself with a blanket, and burying my face into a pillow, my hands clutched urgently onto the plush toy, fingers tracing it’s soft fabric, which relaxed me a little, but definitely not enough to let go of the pressure building in within, it’s my mind that was corrupted, my mind that caused those nightmares, and my body just followed suit. It couldn’t continue like that, I was tired, I didn’t want to see it again and the beating pulse of someone who lived inside me, someone who took the whole lot of my mind whispered to me, voice unknown and scary, ebony and light, soft and rock hard, it whispered to me

-You don’t want them? Who are you kidding? Isn’t it you who prays every night before going to bed for this dream to repeat itself, recurrent motion, slow pace, don’t you consider the wide jaws of your nightmares your refuge, can you even keep on living without them?

And as I buried myself deeper into the blanket I could still feel his voice, behind my close eyelids I could still see his face, the expression I will never forget and I just wanted to redeem from my own body, to leave those sickening chains that caught me in their net. I sighed, no matter how hard I tried to forget I still felt myself linger, I still lingered in the past.