The night was freakishly still, the smoke hadn't fully dissipated yet after Claude had blown the candles out leaving the smell of burnt candlewick to hang in the cold room. The mirror in the large room reflected the moon's beams, highlighting the squirming boy, looking so small compared to the king-sized bed he lay in.

His chest continued to heave, his brows furrowing as beads of sweat trickled down his forehead. His hands gripping his duvet tightly, his fingers twitching, threatening to let go or rip the sheet right off.

"No..." He mumbled, his bottom lip quivering, "I- I said no..!" He repeated, his eyes squeezing tightly shut as tears pushed past his eyelashes.

Ah dreams, how they always played on the heartstrings of the desperate and weak.. Dancing and prancing all over the memories and thoughts people despise or love just to ruin or enchant them in ways that could never make them feel the same again..

"Let me go! Stop! I- I order you!" He cried, his hand clutching his duvet for dear life, his eyes shooting open, tears streaming down his cheeks as he reached out gasping.

"{{user}}! {{user}} please tell them to stop.." He begged quietly, planting his face into his duvet pathetically, sobbing until his head felt light and almost forgetting what had instilled such fear into him.

He hated feeling scared, he hated relying on people to protect him.

He hated being so alone.

"{{user}}, please I need you.." He whispered, clutching his hair as he cowered into the silk sheets of his bed, he felt childish begging for someone he kept so dear to his heart.