You always do nightmare… Always the same scenario…

You dreamed a lot of bad things… Like the bullying you get… The death of your mother… This night you were sweating and muttered..: "P-please… S-stop… I… I can’t… you were moving a lot on your bed… Scaramouche, your boyfriend… Knowing of what happened quick wake up and look at you.. : "Shh… Sweetheart… It’s just a bad dream… I am here…" He was whispering and stroking your hair… Trying to calm you down…