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Chapter Two
| Title: Chapter Two Chapter: 2 Rating: PG-13 Summary: Luke tries to ignore it, but the dreams are getting worse. Characters: Luke Genre: Horror, Angst. Warnings: Nasty nightmare stuff Disclaimer: This site is no way associated with "As the World Turns", CBS, P&G, or Van Hansis and Jake Silbermann. This is not for profit. No copyright infringement is intended. Authors submit and write their own work. |
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He was fooling himself, but he didn't care. He just wanted one night. One night of dreamless sleep, where he could wake up and not feel shaken. He almost considered sleeping pills, but could never bring himself to take them. He had even gotten as far as to hold them in his hand.
Staring down at those 2 little pills, knowing they would mean no dreams, no nothing for hours on end. But he just kept seeing all the trouble self medicating had brought to his family in the past and he knew he would never take them. He'd rather the dreams.
Well, he wouldn't but it was the lesser of two evils. The dreams, he was convinced, he could stop. He would stop. He just had to figure out how.
He had scoffed at the idea of dream interpreters in the past. All that hippy nonsense. But he was starting to feel desperate enough to look into it. He'd had another dream last night.
This time had been the worst of them all. He hadn't imagined it could have gotten worse. Hadn't let himself think about it at all. Now he couldn't stop thinking about it.
He felt his throat contract, and the bile once again crept up. He swallowed it down, the burn it left causing him to wince. He needed some air.
It was the middle of the day, and luckily he had just finished his last class. He couldn't even remember it. He just couldn't stop seeing that...
He couldn't even bring himself to think it. He knew it was a dream, but last night it had felt so real. It was amazing he was able to function at all today.
Walking into Old Town, he focussed on his breathing, not letting any other thoughts into his head. He would beat this.
It's just a fucking dream, he told himself. Get a grip.
But he couldn't. Not after this last one. He fought it as hard as he could, but as he sat down on an empty bench, the dream crashed back into his mind, replaying itself in all it's sick and twisted glory.
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Yes, i'm that bored at work. Well, that and the fact that i can't get this story out of my brain. I just keep writing...
Although it's a nice distraction from the sickness, and from my co-workers lol Three is also done, and will be up shortly |
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