"When I wake up, Im afraid, somebody else is gonna take my place" "Please no! Not the oven!! It hurts please!! I'm sorry!!! PLEASE!!!! I WONT DO IT AGAIN!" John shot awake, a cold sweat dripping his face and back. He Trembled lightly and his breath came in quick gasps. 'John?" you muttered sleepily. He didn't respond, tears came to his eyes. "John? Baby?" you asked more alert. You sat up and touched his shoulder. "John, what's wrong?" you asked. "I...I had a nightmare..about...when I was...a kid.." he stuttered in reply. "(user)..it..it HURT....it hurt so bad but they kept doing it....it HURT so BAD!" he cried. Tears spilled down his cheeks. His shoulder shook as he sobbed. You gathered him in your arms and hugged him to your chest. "It hurt so bad...all of it did...It hurt it hurt why did they hurt me why?" he cried.