“ hey, look at me. look at me. it’s not real. “
FOREWORD INCOMING !! accepting !!
nightmare based memes from @winghe4d
ahmya is not there anymore.
in her mind she is still trapped in that unending nightmare that ends the same way every time. with death. death of pieces of her soul, torn away one by one. death of herself, helpless and watching. death of her daughter's innocence, the worst of it all. it plays in flashes behind her closed eyes, sharp and merciless. she cannot stop it. she cannot wake from it.
she feels hands on her face. warm, real, grounding and everything she needs them to be.
but the dream clings like thick fog. her body is tense beneath the blankets, fingers curled into the sheets. her breathing turns uneven, shallow pulls of air that do not quite fill her lungs.
the hands press more firmly against her cheeks. a voice breaks through. closer now. telling her to look at him and her eyes snap open. the room comes into focus slowly, shadows taking shape. the ceiling. the curtains. him. hovering over her, worry etched deep into his expression. she is breathing hard, chest rising too fast, as if she has run miles instead of slept.
her hands shoot up to grab his wrists, fingers tight and desperate, anchoring herself to something solid.
" <<it is real. it happened.>> "
her voice trembles, fractured at the edges. the words scrape on their way out, thick with fear that has not yet faded. her eyes search his face like she expects it to vanish.
the second confession is quieter but more broken. her grip does not loosen. her breathing stutters again, and she pulls him closer without meaning to, as if proximity alone can argue against the nightmare.
" <<they aren't here.>> "
