I woke up in a cold sweat. It was only a nightmare. I can't believe it. This was the seventh time I've had this nightmare. I've had them every night for the past week. I looked at the clock on the dresser. It was only eight, ugh. I could feel a set of eyes on me. I looked around the room and saw that Frank was staring at me from his bed. Shit.

"You were screaming again Sie." Frank got up off of his bed and came to my spot on the floor. He told me I could have his bed while he took the floor, but I liked sleeping in a sleeping bag on the floor.

"I'm sorry Frankie. I woke you up, didn't I?"

"No, I was up for about a minute before you started screaming." I could see that he wasn't telling the truth, but I didn't want to get into that.

"I would dream something else, but I can't control it." I had had these dreams a few years ago, and little by little they went away. Now, they were coming back.

"I wish I could help you with that Sie. I think I know why your nightmares are coming back, but what do you think?" Frank wrapped his arms around me, trying to make me feel better. I looked at his tattoos as I thought of what to say.

"I'm pretty sure it's because He gets out of jail soon. I'm scared, scared that he'll somehow find me." The thought of him sent chills up my spine.

~Flashback~

It was dark and eerily quiet. My head hurt and I tried moving my hand to my head, but I couldn't. I tried moving and realized I was tied to a chair. My heart was pounding against my ribcage. I have no idea where I am and the most that I can remember was being with my cousin, Jake. He had gone to the bathroom and I sat on his bed looking at his drawings. I heard him come back into the room, and nothing after that.

The sound of shuffling pulled me out of my thoughts. My heart picked up its pace and I thought it was going to explode. I heard the sound of a click and blinding lights came on. As my eyes adjusted, I took a look around the room I was in. The walls were concrete and bare. My eyes landed on a person leaning against one of the concrete walls. It was a guy. He was looking at me with hate filled hazel eyes that shown through his long black hair that was covering his face. I know those eyes.

"Daniel?" I asked wearily.

~End of Flashback~

Notes

I changed the format a bit because the way it was before kind of annoyed me. It may stay that way depending on how lazy or not lazy I am. I hope you like this so far. Comment, vote, and subscribe! It really means a lot! And thank you to the subscriber that I have now!
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-Silent Scream