I wipe away the small bead of sweat that isn't refusing to dribble down my face. I try to catch my breath and regain my composure but the images were all too frightening.
I had a bad dream again. Well no, a night mare if you may. I have them every single night, I try to convince myself to fall asleep, but I end up having them again. It's like they can't go away. They'll keep coming back no matter how much i try.
I take In a much needed breath, my dreams were becoming so vivid to me. There was a guy, he had no face,I was in a corner, and the next thing I knew, he was coming closer to me. I can't recall the words he was saying.
But then again, I didn't want to recall. If anything, he was a tall man, in a dark black suit, and before he could even touch me, I woke up. I just wanted to forget every little detail. Not that if I forgot, they wouldn't happen again. I couldn't promise myself that I wouldn't have another bad dream when I closed my eyes in the night. The only thing I had was these gross revolting pills that was somewhat suppose to keep me at ease.
They didn't work. They never worked to be exact. Nothing could outdo my constant night terrors
It seemed every time I gulped them down, my terrors would only get worse. I wouldn't just see images in the night, I wouldn't even see images when I fell to sleep. It turned them in to 'day'mares if that's even a word. I was starting to get hallucinations every second of the day. Its growing unbearable. In the meantime I'm trudging out of bed with a soaking wet pillow and shirt apparently. I feel dizzy as I try my best to get around, i feel around just in case this isn't another night mare. Sometimes they can happen without me even realizing. I'd be thinking I'm taken back to reality, but turns out I'm still in a dream.
I pant heavily as I try to regain my composure.
This was all becoming too much, my terrors were becoming worse by the minute and I could feel a small chill up my spine. I extend my hand out to my heart and suck in a much needed breath. Why was this happening to me? Why couldn't I just fall asleep like a normal person? I look at the time which reads 4:30. It's 4 in the morning and these constant nightmares keep hijacking me from peaceful sleep. But then again, there was no way I was going back to sleep to witness those frightening things.
"Harry. Just take a sip of this warm milk. It'll help" My mum assured to me, I was sitting at the kitchen island, head in palm and still heavily panting. She handed me over a mug of milk, I never liked milk but if this was going to help me, then I didn't see anything wrong.
"Do you think y-you should change my medicine?" I asked eagerly, trailing my fingers against my forearm. Mum sighed as she darted around the room and adjusted specific silverware
"What's wrong with the medicine you have now? Is it not helping?" She questions me. I look down in my lap, the images striking in my mind again. I close my eyes and try to block it out.
"No, it doesn't help me at all. I still have nightmares in the night" I stated softly, i just wanted to cry. "There getting worse mum"
She stops what she's doing and gives me a small glance.
"Harry I...I'm going to have to talk to doctor Crenshaw about this. No more scary movies" she retorts
"I'm serious mum, I don't even like scary movies. I just happen to have nightmares every night and I don't know why. I don't know what's wrong with me" I trail off at the end of my sentence