Night Terrors

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  1. CyberMo01

    CyberMo01 Not a Robot

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    Once upon a time, the nightmares had more substance to them. They might have not been obvious, no, but there was more to them than there was now. There would be the purple lightning, monstrous versions of her friends, or leering, hateful beings that she could not describe. Somehow, though, that was less terrifying than what they had become.


    Somewhere between the clickers and the vault, the recurring terrors had changed. They went from having things to having nothing. Blackness. There would be a sense of running, sometimes of fighting back, but the enemy was always unseen. They could be heard, though. Sometimes there were the sounds of loud, thumping footsteps, other times the sound of ominous clicks. Hearing hissing, whispering, and sinister voices were not unknown, either, but the only constant was that it was terrifying. So much so that the person having the nightmares would wake up shaking, covered in sweat.


    It often took her a fearful moment to hear the soft rustle of trees outside her window, or see the lights of the city and the night sky beyond. After that, she would calm, though the dream often stayed with her. Back in the early days of these dreams, she would struggle to fall back asleep. So much so that she would often retreat down to her couch, and spend some time curled up there, in front of a warm fire, until she fell asleep again. As time went on, though, the dreams, oddly enough to her, became less disturbing. Now she could sometimes fall back asleep in her bed, though it often took a cup of tea or two. On top of that, the terrors were fading. They went from happening multiple times a week, to just being weekly, then to just being occasional. Her last one happened after her attack, where the darkness seemed like it was leering at her, and sinister, hissing crunching sounds surrounded her. Everything seemed to be closing in on her, squeezing the air out of her lungs, until she woke up.


    Part of her knew that this would not last. Some other, horrible thing would happen to her, and the nightmares would return in force. Maybe they would change, again, or maybe they would stay the same. After all, in this city, a tragedy only seemed like a step away. There was a part of her, though, a small, bright part that had hope. Maybe now that she was off the front lines, so to speak, she could get better. Maybe all that she needed, was some rest and a break from the chaos.


    She was hopeful for change.
     
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