The dark surrounded him, pulling him in when the dream was making him come out of his sleep. He felt trapped. The push of fear and the pull of pain. He was breathing hard and breaking out in a sweat. His skin was clammy and he was just trying to get out of the blankets. The air in his room smelt of sweat and coffee and he remembered that he was not at his old pack anymore. Sometimes the past would meet him in the night and he would feel crazy. The clock on the side of his bed glowed and read 4:45. He had gotten some sleep before this nightmare had awakened him back to reality. In his dream he could see his mothers face as she wanted to save him. He remembered his lack of action.
Please don’t kill my son. Her words rang in my mind.
Warm blood oozing down my mothers neck as she died. That’
