Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > Awake
Chapter 1
When the lines between the nightmares and reality start to blur who will be there to pull you out?
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I do NOT own or know any members of MCR, I do however own ALL original characters, including Kaelin.
Warning: This story contains violence, course language, and explicit sex, including rape. If that's not your idea of awesomeness, hit that little arrow button!
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Jolting upwards as if electrocuted, my eyes quickly adjusted to the bright light seeping through partially opened blinds, my nose catching drift of some putrid scent; a smell I had become particularly acquainted with as of late, though rarely this intimately.
My eyes reluctantly drifted downwards, my breath catching in my throat as confusion and disgust flooded my veins; I was covered in red, my grey t-shirt barely discernable beneath the flaking dark red now concealing it. The once pristinely white sheets were spattered with the sticky red substance I had only ever seen from behind almost closed doors or between fingers. Fighting to control the bile that instantly rose in my throat as I quickly surmised that the blood did not belong to me. Fear ripped through me at this realization, I racked my brain for any memory of the past night; finding no answers I absently ran a hand across my face, the still warm fluid transferring itself before I could stop my trembling hand. Gagging, I frantically wiped at my face with the small square of clean material that was the shoulder of my shirt.
Suddenly frantic, I scrambled off of the nauseating bed, racing to the door. Fumbling with the handle for a moment I managed to wrench it open and throw myself into the carpeted hallway, my chest heaving. Stumbling, I used the wall for support, leaving smudged red handprints across the pale walls, my own trail of breadcrumbs as I headed towards the front door.
As I reached the landing my ears caught the sound of tinkling laughter; common sense dissipating like a barely remembered memory, I snapped my head to the right, heading towards the sound, curiosity trickling down my spine and inching my feet forwards until I reached my destination; the kitchen.
Taking a deep breath, I swung my body around the wall, trepidation making my feet feel heavier than usual, my socks seeming to grow too large for my feet as I fell into the counter, a scream barely muffled by my hand.
“Oh fuck…” Once again the bile rose into my throat, its pungent taste staining my tongue as I fought to keep it down.
Blood shone on every surface, the sun sparkling brightly through the window and onto the small form that sat in the sea of red, using it’s index finger to draw shapes in the still wet liquid. It’s curly head lifted at my near scream, and I had to fight back the urge to run. Choking back a sob, I stared transfixed at the creature I had mistaken for a child; though no child had ever looked like this. Where glittering eyes should have been, dancing in the early morning light, there were only dark chasms; it’s pale face perhaps paler because of the missing appendage. Bringing a blood stained finger to its toothless mouth, it sucked mildly on the digit, sounds of delight and that tinkering laughter surging from it’s stained lips. Snapping its head suddenly to the right, it settled those empty sockets on me, it’s lips opened in a gaping grin.
“Play with me mommy!” The scream that had been held at bay for so long burst from my lips, ripping my chest open with the force of it, my eyes shut tightly against the nightmare that lie before me as I dashed from the room. “Come back!”
Callused fingers roughly shaking my bare shoulders, fingernails digging into the soft flesh, brought my eyes snapping open, only to be met through the semi darkness with hazel orbs that seemed forever ingrained into my memory. A small smirk played across his lips at my shaking form, small beads of perspiration forming across my hairline as I tried to catch my breath and stop the already forming tears.
Pushing back the damp blonde hair sticking to my forehead, he placed his lips against my skin, his voice low and husky from sleep.
“It’s just a dream, it’s not real.” His whispered reassurances falling upon deaf ears as he pulled me closer to his warm body, my head resting resignedly against his bare chest. His steady heartbeat thumped against his ribs, reverberating into my ears as I continued to take deep breaths. In, out. In, out.
His breathing slowed in sleep, my own eyes squeezing tightly shut, I found the images still fresh, just waiting to attack again. Forcing my unwilling unconscious to remain dormant, I welcomed the terrifying images to return; at least I awoke from those nightmares.
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Alright, I'm trying something different here. Please let me know what you think and if it's worth continuing!
Cheers
Kat
Warning: This story contains violence, course language, and explicit sex, including rape. If that's not your idea of awesomeness, hit that little arrow button!
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Jolting upwards as if electrocuted, my eyes quickly adjusted to the bright light seeping through partially opened blinds, my nose catching drift of some putrid scent; a smell I had become particularly acquainted with as of late, though rarely this intimately.
My eyes reluctantly drifted downwards, my breath catching in my throat as confusion and disgust flooded my veins; I was covered in red, my grey t-shirt barely discernable beneath the flaking dark red now concealing it. The once pristinely white sheets were spattered with the sticky red substance I had only ever seen from behind almost closed doors or between fingers. Fighting to control the bile that instantly rose in my throat as I quickly surmised that the blood did not belong to me. Fear ripped through me at this realization, I racked my brain for any memory of the past night; finding no answers I absently ran a hand across my face, the still warm fluid transferring itself before I could stop my trembling hand. Gagging, I frantically wiped at my face with the small square of clean material that was the shoulder of my shirt.
Suddenly frantic, I scrambled off of the nauseating bed, racing to the door. Fumbling with the handle for a moment I managed to wrench it open and throw myself into the carpeted hallway, my chest heaving. Stumbling, I used the wall for support, leaving smudged red handprints across the pale walls, my own trail of breadcrumbs as I headed towards the front door.
As I reached the landing my ears caught the sound of tinkling laughter; common sense dissipating like a barely remembered memory, I snapped my head to the right, heading towards the sound, curiosity trickling down my spine and inching my feet forwards until I reached my destination; the kitchen.
Taking a deep breath, I swung my body around the wall, trepidation making my feet feel heavier than usual, my socks seeming to grow too large for my feet as I fell into the counter, a scream barely muffled by my hand.
“Oh fuck…” Once again the bile rose into my throat, its pungent taste staining my tongue as I fought to keep it down.
Blood shone on every surface, the sun sparkling brightly through the window and onto the small form that sat in the sea of red, using it’s index finger to draw shapes in the still wet liquid. It’s curly head lifted at my near scream, and I had to fight back the urge to run. Choking back a sob, I stared transfixed at the creature I had mistaken for a child; though no child had ever looked like this. Where glittering eyes should have been, dancing in the early morning light, there were only dark chasms; it’s pale face perhaps paler because of the missing appendage. Bringing a blood stained finger to its toothless mouth, it sucked mildly on the digit, sounds of delight and that tinkering laughter surging from it’s stained lips. Snapping its head suddenly to the right, it settled those empty sockets on me, it’s lips opened in a gaping grin.
“Play with me mommy!” The scream that had been held at bay for so long burst from my lips, ripping my chest open with the force of it, my eyes shut tightly against the nightmare that lie before me as I dashed from the room. “Come back!”
Callused fingers roughly shaking my bare shoulders, fingernails digging into the soft flesh, brought my eyes snapping open, only to be met through the semi darkness with hazel orbs that seemed forever ingrained into my memory. A small smirk played across his lips at my shaking form, small beads of perspiration forming across my hairline as I tried to catch my breath and stop the already forming tears.
Pushing back the damp blonde hair sticking to my forehead, he placed his lips against my skin, his voice low and husky from sleep.
“It’s just a dream, it’s not real.” His whispered reassurances falling upon deaf ears as he pulled me closer to his warm body, my head resting resignedly against his bare chest. His steady heartbeat thumped against his ribs, reverberating into my ears as I continued to take deep breaths. In, out. In, out.
His breathing slowed in sleep, my own eyes squeezing tightly shut, I found the images still fresh, just waiting to attack again. Forcing my unwilling unconscious to remain dormant, I welcomed the terrifying images to return; at least I awoke from those nightmares.
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Alright, I'm trying something different here. Please let me know what you think and if it's worth continuing!
Cheers
Kat
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