He still dreams about it, every night without fail, even with the meds the coctors said would help, even with Mick there to sooth him to sleep every night, He dreams about it, laying on the floor, in the filthy living room, blood, his own blood all over the floor, the world dimming out, his mother screaming and crying, the explosion he body coming into view, Lisa’s wails from the playpen only 4 no five feet away, and the explosion again. He doesn’t remember how he ended up on the floor, or where the pain came from, he just knows he’s dying....he doesn’t dream about after, he doesn’t really remember after, he only remembers that moment when his world ended.....
He’s jerks upright with a scream, his chest heaving as he struggles for air, flailing out when hands grab at him trying to calm him, he screams again struggling to get away from who ever’s trying to hold him still, the dim light on the bedside table is on, and footsteps are hurrying towards the room, but all he can see is his own blood.
“Shh, shhh, Lenny come on, COme back to me its just a dream Lenny,” Mick’s voice pushes into the fog of his brain and he grips at his wrist trying to ground himself, the door opens across the room, and he pushes back against Len, struggling for air still, certain if he can move the shirt he’s wearing he’ll find the hole that tore through his chest that night so long ago...
“Come on Lenny, it’s okay...it’s just a dream it’s okay,” MIck speaks trying to be heard over the terrified choking screams coming from the younger teen. “Come on, please Len, its okay I promise,”
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