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// Annie / 18 /
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#5: When you have a nightmare that he is your killer

You were running as fast as your feet could carry you. Your mind was racing - who was he and why was he trying to kill you? You had never gotten into a fight so big that the other would actually motive to get rid of you altogether so far as you could recall. You weren’t sure where you were running, the narrow alleyways twisted together in a jumbled mess that you had lost your sense of direction. 

Your lungs were burning by this time and your eyes watered from the piercing wind - your brain screaming at you to stop before you combusted. You fell to your knees, taking in deep breathes of the fresh air, convinced that you were now safe since you had been on your escape for what seems like eternity.

Out of nowhere, you felt a presence behind you. You stiffened. “Game over” a familiar voice cut through the air. You racked your brain as to where you had heard this voice before. Your eyes widened and you felt your heart skip a beat as realisation dawned on you that it was ________. Your heart crumbled but your brain refused to register this new development until you had evidence. You slowly turned around, only to find your boyfriend standing there, a pistol aiming at your heart. Tears began to stream down your face as you tried to talk. “Please ____, why are you doing this?” you blubbered, in between hiccups brought on by the sudden flow of tears. He stared coldy at you, any hints of the deep love you two shared nonexistent, in its place, a cruel emotionless face of a killer. “This is the end for you,” his voice monotonous and lacking any colour, before he you heard the trigger click and the sound of the bullet rippling through the air towards you…

"NO!!!" you screamed. You sat up suddenly, chest rising and falling rapidly from the excitement. You blinked slowly, and looked down at your chest, relieved to find no sign of a bullet hole or the tell-tale stain of blood on your nightgown. So it was only a dream. You exhaled deeply, relieving the tensions you had built up. But your heart was still racing - the dream was so vivid, it was almost as if he had - 

You daren’t think about what would have happened if you hadn’t woken up. You felt a stir on the bed beside you, and ______ pushed himself slowly up, forcing his eyes awake to look at you. “Are you okay?” he asked groggily, not yet quite awake but attempting to stay up in order to see what’s wrong. 

"Just a bad dream" you breathed, reassuring him with a small faked smile. He was now fully awake and sensing that something wasn’t quite right with you, put one arm around your back, rubbing it gently to soothe you.

His touch sent tingles down your spine as the image of him coldy firing the bullet at you flashed in your brain suddenly. You shivered unconsciously, such was the effect of your nightmare. 

His hand stopped moving, halting in the middle of your back. “What’s wrong?” he asked, concern in his voice and a worried expression on his face. 

You were about to reassure, when that image flashed through your head again. Instead, you found yourself replying curtly “Take your hand off.”

Both of you were surprised at the coldness of your answer. You had never spoken this way before to him, his eyes registering a hurt expression that you had hoped you would never have to see on him. He slowly removed his hand from your back and not knowing where to put it, he fiddled with his hands in his lap. 

"Please," you breathed, your voice trembling with terror and pain, "just leave me alone for a moment." 

He looked as if he was about to question you for the reason but thought better of it. Instead, he said softly, “I’ll always be here if you need to talk to me.”

You felt the mattress spring back up as he got up and shuffled his way to the lounge. Presumably, he was going to sleep on the sofa so that you could be in peace without his presence. 

You attempted to calm yourself with deep breaths, before sinking back under the duvet to try and go back to sleep. After many tosses and turns you finally found yourself drifting off to sleep…

You found yourself running away, down empty alleyways twisting into long-forgotten roads in order to escape your attacker. This almost seemed like a deja vu moment to you but you couldn’t quite put your finger on what it was that was the same. Finally, having felt that you had lost your attacker, you stopped for a moment to catch your breath…only to have that familiar voice call out “Game Over”. Again. You turned around and was greeted by him…who clicked the pistol….and fired a bullet…straight at you….

”____-ah!” “____-ah!” Someone was calling you desperately, all the while shaking your shoulders. You opened your eyes, to see your boyfriend looking anxiously down into your eyes, his hands clutching your shoulders tightly. You stared up at him, the events in your nightmare haunting you and you felt goosebumps rising on your arms. You pushed his hands off your shoulders, unable to overcome the uneasy feeling about him, caused by the nightmare. A hurt expression flicked across his face, until he remembered your words to leave you alone. “Oh…sorry, I forgot…” he mumbled softly, an apology written over his face. “It was just that you were…you know…screaming…so I just…” he trailed off. “Anyway, I’ll be in the  living room if you need me,” he said, plastering on a superficial smile. He made an action to move off the bed where he was kneeling on in order to wake you, before you suddenly wrapped yourself around him, laying your face on his chest. “Please,” you breathed, “don’t go.” Your voice quivered as tears began to roll down your face uncontrollably. He was at first reluctant to hug you back due to your double reprimand of him - however, your tears continued to drip down your face, your sobs rendering your breathing to be ragged. Unable to bear the pain he felt in seeing his beloved cry so sadly, he slowly wrapped his arms around your shoulders.  ”Oppa…” you cried, burying your face in his chest, giving his nightshirt a wash. He whispered words of comfort softly to you, all the while rubbing your back slowly and holding you to him even tighter. “Shhh….Oppa’s here…there’s nothing to worry about…” he crooned to you softly. 

When you had felt that all your tears were used up, you twisted your neck so that you were looking up at him, while still laying your head on his chest. “Mianhae,” you said softly, “and komawo.” He smiled adorably at you, his dimples deepening, “Oppa will always be here for you.” 

You two fell asleep like that, you laying on his chest, and him sitting propped up by pillows against the bedhead.

You were running again. You were so puffed by this time that you felt you were going to collapse.”Oppa,” you managed to huff, “can we, stop, for, a minute?” He stopped running through the territory of sunflowers, but continued to hold your hand. “Whatever you say, jagiya,” he replied back, his smile full of the love you two shared. 

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