Stay Awake

   Trying to stay awake, hugging myself and digging my nails into my side. I can't fall asleep though, I WON'T fall asleep. He is there, waiting for me. He is smiling and eagerly awaiting for me to let my guard down. Laughing at my attempts to stay awake, but they are not attempts. For I will stay awake. I keep rocking back and forth. Curling my body into a fetal position before returning all the way back to the headboard.
                                                               Back and forth, back and forth.
       Completely oblivious to the fact that it is lulling me to sleep. My thoughts start to become diluted, not being as strong as before.
                                                               Back and forth, Back and forth.
       My grip is becoming duller, and I no longer feel the pain of my sharp nails in the side of my body.
                                                               Back and forth, back and forth.
       My eyes feel heavier as the seconds go by. It feels as if the weight of a thousand elephants are upon my eye lids. I continue to rock back and forth. The room begins to darken as my eyes close. No fearful thoughts clouding my brain, the world is at peace. For a second He does not exist. My soul leaves my body, it is completely calm. No tension, no fear, and no him...
       I snap my eyes open as quick as I could, Jumping up and instantly kneeling on all fours. Grasping the sheets as if my life depended on it. And it may...
       Did I fall asleep in those dark moments when my eyes fluttered to a close? Am I asleep now?
       No, no. I can't be asleep. It's not possible. Everything looks and feels the same. Except every feeling of dread has disappeared from my body and I don't feel as tired. Perhaps closing my eyes relaxed me, yeah that's it. I am awake, there is nothing else to it. So I AM awake.
       I calmed down, feeling more comfortable. I lay down on my back and stare at the ceiling. I'm going to be alright.
               Crack. Crack. Crack.
       Upon my blank, white ceiling appear three small cracks. My body doesn't move an inch as I intently stare up at them, pondering as to what caused them. They started to move and swirl, more of them began to arise. Swirling and turning, taking form of a head. Not just any, but His. Oh no. Oh shit! No no no no no No NO NO NO NO NOOOOO!!!
       I fell asleep, how could I fall asleep. It is over, this is it. I am going to die . My only chance of survival is waking up. I HAVE to wake up!
       His circle, broad face that was completely covered in burns stared at me. He died in a fire and his body is nothing but ugly scars. I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out except a pitiful choke.
             
        "Wake up," I desperately whispered, knowing that I failed in my mission to stay awake and alive. But I HAVE to wake up.
       
       "Wake up!" I yelled, slapping my leg.
     
        "WAKE UP!!!" I screeched to the sky, hitting myself painfully hard in the face.
     
         "You can't wake up darling," He whispered, barely loud enough for me to hear. His whole body pushing out of the ceiling, his disgusting and white torso coming out of the roof. He extends his arms out towards me, coming closer and closer. When his face is finally next to mine, he says in my ear...
       "You can't wake up, Because... your... MINE!!!!!!!"
       His arms wrapped around my waist and he tightly squeezed me as much as he could. Oh how he screamed and SCREAMED in my ear!  His banshee wails piercing my ear drum. He bites the side of my face and rips off some of my soft, peach colored flesh. Blood begins to ooze out, pain fills my face as the cold red liquid runs down my cheek and onto my shoulder. I loudly screech out. The sting of cool air against my exposed muscle is extremely horrible!
       He pulls out chunks of my hair with skin still attached, almost scalping me, OH THE AGONY.  Blood cakes in the little hair that I have left, covering my pillow and turning red.
       I thrash and scream, desperate to get away from him. His arms wrap tighter around me, and throughout my cries I hear the cracking of the bones of my arms and ribs being snapped. I scream, but my wails turn to chokes as the blood begins to enter my lungs. I squirm and try to break free of his grasp, knowing my attempts were pointless. Tears stream down my face as I drown in my own blood, I feel it traveling up my throat and out of my mouth. The burn of not being able to breath is torture and he knows it. Smiling at my intense pain. I try to suck in air, but the blood just goes back to my lungs. Bringing me more pain. He smiles darkly and wildly laughs at my suffering. His eyes bright with the joy of seeing me in pain, overjoyed in bringing me death.
       He puts his burned hand on my neck and it travels down my chest, licking some blood off of my face. I try to turn my head away from his charred and ashy tongue. His hand is still traveling down until he reaches my breast. My heart is pounding erratically beneath my blood covered skin, which I know he can hear and feel. My heartbeat is pounding in my ears and my whole body is throbbing.
       Please go away, let me die in peace! Somehow I manage to force out a choked,
       "Stop,"
       He chuckled and stared me in the eye,
       "Never my darling, not in a million years. I'll see you in Hell baby,"
       My body was convulsing in his scarred arms, my skin not visible through all of the blood. He squeezes my breasts and digs his nails under my skin, he squeezes harder and harder, Digging through my flesh. Blood pours out of my mouth as I hysterically sob. He brutally rips my heart out of my chest, and my world ends with pain and darkness.