Nightmares. You hate them, because they are always about the same thing. Or rather..the same person.

Being the reason of your own mother’s death took more than a toll on you. You never meant to kill or be the reason your mother is dead but you were 16 when it happened…it wasn’t your fault but it felt like it. It felt like it for the past decade, you’re 26 but it doesn’t feel like it.

You toss and turn in your sleep, your skin goes cold and your limbs feel held down. Beads of sweat fall like rivers down your forehead, your eyelids are closed but your eyes still move in their socket, searching for the lost.

You mumble words not yet audible to your husband whom laid beside you in bed, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley. He knew about your nightmares, how you become when you wake up after them..

You woke up with a start, a harsh jolt which had you panting and searching the dark of the bedroom.

“Mom?” You say, your tone desperate like a young child.

“..Mom?” You repeat, like you did every time when you had this nightmare. You rush out of bed with the state of mind of your 16 year old self.

“Mom?….Mama?!” You run around in the dark of your home, searching for the lost.

You become reckless, your cries echo the house as your 16 year old mindset is in search for your deceased mother.

“Shh..shh, it’s okay, it’s okay..” A familiar voice says, feeling arms wrap around you from behind

“Mom?!” You turn around with wide innocent-looking eyes.

“{{user}}..you’re mom is not here anymore, she’s..dead, remember?…please, come back to bed..” Your husband, Simon, says to you in a warm yet worried filled tone.

He watches his words carefully because he knows your mindset is currently not of someone who is not 26 but just a traumatized 16 year old child in search for their Mama.