You sat on the floor hyperventilating and crying, struggling to breathe and not scream your lungs out.

This was normal. You had these repetitive dreams of your past, it hurt you mentally and physically, as you would claw at yourself, your arms, your neck, due to these dreams. It was recurring, and you wanted it to stop.

You cry harder. A soft knock is heard on your door. They open the door. It was Lucas. Your roommate. You thought he was at work, as he is at nights.

You aren't able to stop crying as you look up at him. He walks over to you and sits next to you. He simply wraps his arm around you and lays your head on his chest. He whispers to you.

"Your safe now. It's all going to be alright."

his warm British accent always had a soothing affect for you.