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Being Her

Summary:
A series of one-shots in Claire's perspective throughout the series For Her.

Notes:
Um, will not go in any order. they come as i get bored enough to write them. PSSSTTT if you want a new story, go review with her!

23. Nightmare

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Sleeping, dreaming as usual, I lay in my bed and tossed and turned, trying to escape from my nightmare world.

He was chasing me.

It was one of the worst nightmares, because it was so cursedly possible- what I fi still wasn’t free, hadn’t escaped? What if it wasn’t over?

The darkness stretched before and behind me, so I couldn’t see him coming… but I knew he was there, he had to be.

I could hear his footsteps, a steady rhythm so much faster than my own, and I knew he would be there soon.

I was completely alone in this dark world- it’s not real, I know it’s not real, but that doesn’t stop it from being totally terrifying.

I run faster.

And faster.

And faster and faster and et I still know I can’t outrun him. I never could.

His legs are longer than mine.

Why is that so terrifying, that simple thought? His legs are longer than mine… why should that scare me, to the extent that my heart races, that my knees wobble, that my eyes fill with tears and start to drip out water like blood, leaving salty trails down my face.

His legs are longer than mine.

And so there’s nothing I can do. I have no escape. Faster and faster though I run, I am still slower than he is and I’m exhausted by the running and my arms and legs ache and the tears are flowing away and I can’t see anything except the darkness all around me all I know is that I cannot escape

I cannot I cannot run any faster there is no one to help me there is nowhere to go I can’t I…

I scream, something I rarely do, even when I’m terrified because it never does any good.

But I’m screaming not in fear but in frustration. I am so angry, I can’t… it’s unfair, that I can’t escape, that I can’t run any faster, that I can’t get away from this.

I should be able to, I know it, but I can’t, I can’t.

It is a loud and wordless scream, but I know it isn’t any different, it doesn’t do any good

He’s closer now, and I hear his breathing, not even heavy despite the fact that I’m panting for breath and his footsteps loud and I feel a hand on my shoulder and I scream—

“Claire! Claire, wake up, sweetheart.”

I open my eyes and see a thin light piercing the darkness. I move my mind towards it and it grows and I see that it was a dream.

I wake up.

Quil is looking at me, sitting on the couch in my bedroom, at the foot of the bed, and his eyes are full of my fear.

“Quil?”

“Hey, sweetheart.”

“Where… where is he? Where am I? What happened… I…” I couldn’t figure it out. The world had so suddenly and dramatically changed.

Quil stands and walks cautiously towards me, rubbing my back. “It was a dream, sweetheart. Just a bad, bad dream.”

“Yeah… I know, I… did you wake me up?”

“Sorry.”

“Thank you, Quil.” I smiled. “Thank you.”