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I woke up screaming that night. Calling out to an empty room. Calling out to someone who wasn’t there. Screaming for him to stop. But still, no one was there. I was all alone, drowning in silence. That still silence that seemed to hang around me wherever I went. It was deafening. I could feel it roaring past my ears as I suffocated in it. And in my mind I was just yelling for someone to stop it. Stop this madness. Stop it from consuming me. Even the tiniest of movement from the corner of my eye made me jump in fear. I tried to calm down, but he told me that fear is good. That I should accept this feeling. He told me to lay down, rest my head upon my pillow. He told me to close my eyes and think of good …show more content…
He looked about in his thirties in my dreams, but in the light he look ten years younger. I couldn’t understand why he was here, or what he was doing at a group therapy session. Another guy, Alek, piped up with a “Hey late, I’m Alek”. The man flushed slightly as some other people tittered at Alek’s joke. My brows furrowed and my stomach dropped. I had had enough dreams to know what this guy was capable of. At least, I thought I knew. The man suddenly smiled smugly. “Nice dad joke there, bud. Getting ready to patronize your girlfriend that you knocked up at 16? Or are you just here to be a smart-ass”. My breath hitched in my throat. I glanced at Alek and saw that all the color drained from his …show more content…
I was taken aback also. How did the man know about Alek?
“How did I know? Well, let’s say I have a knack for knowing certain things.” The same softness was there but it had turned sinister. I pinched my hand, and jumped when I felt the slight pain. I was awake, this was no dream. The man looked around the room, brown snake eyes scanning everyone’s face. He stopped at Alias. “Her, for example, had and abusive relationship with both her father and her boyfriend.” Alia slid from her chair a little, surprise and fear in her eyes. I didn’t know what to think. This was a private session, how did he know all these things? And how was he even here?
“I… Why… How…” Alia looked near disgusted. I became interested in my sneakers, hoping that the curvature and laces would distract me from my living nightmare. A pair of worn shoes appeared in front of my own, and my breathing stopped. The voice that spoke was soft and sincere, which terrified
I woke up screaming that night. Calling out to an empty room. Calling out to someone who wasn’t there. Screaming for him to stop. But still, no one was there. I was all alone, drowning in silence. That still silence that seemed to hang around me wherever I went. It was deafening. I could feel it roaring past my ears as I suffocated in it. And in my mind I was just yelling for someone to stop it. Stop this madness. Stop it from consuming me. Even the tiniest of movement from the corner of my eye made me jump in fear. I tried to calm down, but he told me that fear is good. That I should accept this feeling. He told me to lay down, rest my head upon my pillow. He told me to close my eyes and think of good …show more content…
He looked about in his thirties in my dreams, but in the light he look ten years younger. I couldn’t understand why he was here, or what he was doing at a group therapy session. Another guy, Alek, piped up with a “Hey late, I’m Alek”. The man flushed slightly as some other people tittered at Alek’s joke. My brows furrowed and my stomach dropped. I had had enough dreams to know what this guy was capable of. At least, I thought I knew. The man suddenly smiled smugly. “Nice dad joke there, bud. Getting ready to patronize your girlfriend that you knocked up at 16? Or are you just here to be a smart-ass”. My breath hitched in my throat. I glanced at Alek and saw that all the color drained from his …show more content…
I was taken aback also. How did the man know about Alek?
“How did I know? Well, let’s say I have a knack for knowing certain things.” The same softness was there but it had turned sinister. I pinched my hand, and jumped when I felt the slight pain. I was awake, this was no dream. The man looked around the room, brown snake eyes scanning everyone’s face. He stopped at Alias. “Her, for example, had and abusive relationship with both her father and her boyfriend.” Alia slid from her chair a little, surprise and fear in her eyes. I didn’t know what to think. This was a private session, how did he know all these things? And how was he even here?
“I… Why… How…” Alia looked near disgusted. I became interested in my sneakers, hoping that the curvature and laces would distract me from my living nightmare. A pair of worn shoes appeared in front of my own, and my breathing stopped. The voice that spoke was soft and sincere, which terrified