Night terror

WARNING: There are a few thoughts on the idea of cutting. So read it at your own risk. Sorry :)

"Kill you, kill you, kill you," the green-eyed man yelled into my ear repeatedly. I tried to cover my ears with my hands, but I couldn't move them. They were tied to a pole above my head. I tried to scream, but there was no sound coming out of my mouth. I tried to move my legs but couldn't feel them move. I tried everything, but my body was numb and unresponsive. I'm feeling helpless.

The green-eyed man scowled at me and drew a knife from behind. The knife's silver color glistened in the bright moonlight, its sharp edges sending shivers up and down my spine. He raised his hand to the sky before stabbing me in the chest. But I didn't feel any discomfort. I didn't feel any pain.

It was as if souls had been reversed. My mother was the one who was tied to the pole instead of me. She screamed as he pierced her chest with the knife, and all I could do was stand there and watch her scream for help.

"No!" I screamed and jerked awake, my heart pounding furiously. I clenched my bedsheet tightly as tears streamed down my cheeks and wrapped my arms around myself. This nightmare resurrected memories from my past that I'm trying to forget. I sobbed even harder, clutching my hair tightly. The memories I'll never forget.....

I kept crying quietly, my hands covering my sobs. I tried to ooze the pain away. But I'm terrified I can't. The realization that I was alone in this room increased my fear, and I began to choke on my tears. I couldn't take the pain any longer; it was too much for me. I need to do something to alleviate my distress. I pushed myself out of bed and made my way to the bathroom, my mind unsure what to do. I locked the bathroom door and turned on warm water, splashing it on my face for a few minutes. I turned off the water and grabbed a towel to pat my face dry. My eyes were bloodshot, with dark half-moons under them.

I opened the cabinet and began pulling everything out, but the item I needed was nowhere to be found. I went through every cabinet, looking for the razor. Finally, I discovered it in a cabinet, next to a shampoo bottle. I bit my lower lip as I stared at it silently. I could put an end to this agony. All of this could be put on hold for a moment. With trembling hands, I took the razor and brought it towards me. I drew the small metal piece closer to myself, holding it in my hand. A knock startled me as I was about to make a small cut on my forearm.

"Are you in there, Lia?" I dropped the razor and began to freak out. I retrieved the razor from the ground and placed it inside the cabinet. I then began picking up everything on the ground and arranging it in its proper place.

"Karolia?" Logan knocked again, this time more forcefully.

"Open the door, Karolia!" he yelled.

"I-I'm coming," I mumbled. My hands began to shake as I continued to drop things to the floor with a loud thud.

"I'll break it if you don't open it right now," he yelled from the other side. I took a few deep breaths to calm my racing heart before hesitantly approaching the door. I unlocked the door and opened it to find Logan standing there with his fist clenched, as if about to smash it.

"Y-you frightened me, Logan." "What's the problem?" I tried to make an angry face, but all I got was a sad frown. His anger faded as soon as he saw me, and his face was filled with concern.

"What happened?" he asked, taking a step forward.

"Nothing," I tried to smile, despite the fact that it was extremely difficult.

"Tell me what happened!" He reiterated, clearly aware of my lie.

"I told you it's nothing. What exactly are you doing here?" I inquired, attempting to change the subject.

"I noticed noises coming from your bedroom. Are you okay?" In my haste to find that small metal, I didn't realize I was making a lot of noise.

"Ye-Yeah. "I'm fine," I said, nervously laughing. He stared at me, unconvinced by my response, trying to deduce it from my face. BB

t all he's got is a face devoid of emotion.

"You look restless, you're obviously not fine," he said as he approached me. Please work, Brain, and come up with an excuse.

I took a step back, pressing my trembling hands together behind my back. Suddenly, an idea came to me.

"Please tell me-"

"I was looking for a tampon," I explained, closing my eyes in embarrassment. "It's that time of the month." I sighed and opened one eye to see his reaction.

Logan stood in front of me like a deer caught in the headlights, speechless. Slowly, redness began to spread from his neck to his ears, and he began blinking his eyes rapidly.

"U-Uh," he rubbed his neck, and I pressed my lips together, wanting to laugh at his reaction and cry at my own. "Oh," he mumbled, taking a step back.

"So, did you get it?" he inquired, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

"What?" I was perplexed.

"The tampon" He stated, a little flushed.

"Oh yeah, I did," I said nervously, wanting to get out of the situation as soon as possible.

"I guess I'll leave then," he said as he dashed out of the bedroom, nodding his head. I breathed a sigh of relief.

I pressed my fingers to my temples and closed my eyes. I knew I couldn't sleep because I was too stressed, so I did something I'd never done before. I purposefully took unnecessary cold medicine that knocked me out for six hours.

******

"Thank you so much, Thomas," I exclaimed as I retrieved my bag and file folder from the backseat.

"My pleasure, Miss Kingston," he said as he pressed the car's unlocking button. Since Grecia is out of town, she has asked me to call Thomas whenever I need a ride. I gave him a playful look.

"Didn't I ask you to call me by my name?"

He shook his head and chuckled. "I'll stop calling you Miss Kingston once you stop thanking me every time I drop you," he joked, nodding.

"Fair enough," I said as I got out of the car. I said my goodbyes and started up the stairs. Loud noises could be heard from inside as I approached the main door. My brow furrowed in perplexity, and the loud noises became increasingly deafening. As I entered the living room, I froze, my mouth parted speechlessly. Logan screamed in frustration as he shattered glass with his hand. Many glasses were scattered across the floor.

"Logan?" He slammed his fist against the wall, ignoring me. The sound made me flinch.

"Logan," I said, taking a small step forward, afraid to approach him. Right now, he appears murderous, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared. Slowly, he turned around, his cold eyes meeting mine.

"What?" he snarled, clearly irritated by my presence.

"A-Are you okay?" Taking another small step forward, I asked him. I carefully placed my bag and folder on the couch, not taking my gaze away from his electric blue eyes.

"None of your business," he said, and I stepped back, winced visibly at his sudden burst of rage.

"Oh my goodness!" When I saw Logan's left hand, I gasped. I rushed to him, completely forgetting about my fear, to see blood oozing from his knuckles. But he pushed me away and turned around, facing the opposite direction.

"I'm fine," he growled, running his blood-splattered hands through his hair.

"You're hurt," I said as I walked around him. I took his hand in mine and felt around for the wound. He didn't object this time. As I trailed my fingers over his wound, he winced slightly.

"Why do you have to inflict pain on yourself?" I asked him softly as he looked at me with an expression I couldn't place. He didn't respond, which I expected.

"Come." I dragged him to the nearest restroom. I half expected him to pull his hand back and curse me for not leaving him alone, but instead, he followed me to the bathroom quietly. I grabbed a towel from the cabinet and started wetting it.

"I'm fine," he said again. I walked up to him, ignoring his words, and took his hand in mine, cleaning his wound. My stomach churned slightly, and a wave of nausea washed over me. I'm not a big fan of blood, and seeing it up close bothers me. Furthermore, I became uneasy when I noticed Logan hadn't taken his gaze away from me the entire time.

"Stop staring," I said, my gaze fixed on his hand. He remained silent. I tensed slightly as his other hand went behind my neck. He reached into a shelf behind me and took something from inside before extending it to me. First-aid supplies.

I opened the box and took out an antiseptic bottle. I dipped a cotton pad in alcohol before pressing it against his busted knuckles. In pain, he hissed.

"Gently," he gritted.

"S-sorry," I muttered. I then proceed to wrap gauze around his hand. When I was finished, I took a step back. Logan examined his hand carefully before nodding.

"Thank you," he mumbled as he walked out of the room. I sighed, the butterflies in my stomach gradually dissipating. I was mistaken in thinking he would explain why he hurt himself.

*****

"Karrie, are you paying attention?" Scar inquired, her eyes narrowed. I nodded and shoved a spoonful of spaghetti into my mouth. I'm sitting crisscross on my bed, on a Skype call with Scarlet.

"What exactly did you say?" I inquired once more. She gave me an exasperated look. Maybe I was distracted by this incredible spaghetti.

"I said Patrick is organizing a game night tomorrow, and you are invited," she said, perking my ears up.

"A game night?"

"Yes, apparently Logan and Patrick do it on a monthly basis. He also invited us "She stated.

"Does Logan know we're invited?" I inquired. She sighed and shrugged her shoulders. "Probably"

"Uh-"

"There will be no excuses. You must come "she said firmly, cutting me off right away. I'm trying to avoid Logan as much as possible these days; it's not that I dislike his presence, but whenever I see him, my pulse quickens and my heart beats 5 times faster.

"But-"

"NO," she said as she glared at me. "If you don't show up, God helps me, I'll upload your dancing video to YouTube." I gasped.

"But you said you deleted the video!" I narrowed my eyes.

"I deleted it from my phone, but it's still on my computer," she said with a smirk. I sighed.

"Fine, I'll come," I said, rolling my eyes. She excitedly clapped her hands.

*****

Logan yelled from downstairs, "KAROLIA," and I huffed in annoyance before grabbing my cardigan and hurrying downstairs. When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I glared at him, my sandals on my left hand.

"We're late," he grumbled, taking his car keys from the bowl on the table.

"You should have told me half an hour ago," I grumbled. He came into my room and told me I had five minutes to get ready. How is that even possible? I couldn't even take a proper shower. And don't even get me started on how red my face is from all the running around the room.

"It's not my fault you didn't ask the timing sooner," he retorted, and I huffed.

"Let's go," he said, walking away before I could say anything. Before following him, I made a funny face. We descended a short flight of stairs to reach the garage. He unlocked the door and I walked around the car and climbed into the passenger seat.

I sighed contently, leaning my head on the headrest, as the red luxury leather seat felt soft beneath me. We were soon on the road. Light music was playing in the background as I observed the passing of buildings and trees. The sky appears to be dark, with no stars visible and the moon hidden behind clouds. Even though it's only 9, it appears to be midnight.

Logan parked the car in front of a tall building with lights flashing all around it. The lobby of the building is stunning, with a massive chandelier hanging from the ceiling and casting a yellow glow throughout the space. Logan pressed his hand against the small of my back, urging me to proceed. At his gesture, butterflies swarmed in my stomach.

We took the elevator, which is decorated with gold and black velvet designs. When we got to the tenth floor, we stepped out and down a small hallway until we came to a black door. Logan rang the doorbell and Patrick pushed open the door.

"Mate," he said as he embraced Logan. Then he shook my hand, bowing slightly and making me laugh.

"Thank you for inviting," I said.

"It's a pleasure. Come on in, let's have some fun."