A song and all the mental hospital themed Zevie stories inspired this. I hope you like it and don't forget to review. ( =

Nightmares seem to be everywhere. Your dreams, your thoughts, your memories.

You blink your eyes open squinting at the brightness.

Where are you?

"Darling." A voice rings out. "You're stuck here." Who was that? How did they know? And where was it coming from? "Don't even try getting out."

You look up turning you're head frantically trying to find the source of the voice. "Who are you?" You yell to the tall ceiling. Your messy chestnut curls bounce as you eyes scan the room. "God? Zander?"

A laugh. "You're crazy."

A door slams.

"Look, it's for the better, so calm down." It ushers you. It almost sounds scared.

You hiss and scream, "I'm not suppose to be here! I'm not crazy! I'm not..." You pause staring down at your hands shaking your head timidly. "I'm not crazy."

You're not crazy. You couldn't be. There was absolutely no reason why you should to be in here.

"If you're not crazy, then why are you talking to yourself?" The voice cockily replies.

You mutter, "I'm not talking to myself. I'm talking to you." Wasn't it the most obvious thing in the world?

The voice starts to sound familiar. It's almost as if you've solved one of most complicated world mysteries. "See, You're talking to me and I'm yourself and talking to yourself is the sure way to stay in this joint."

"But, but," you stutter innocently. "If I can't talk to you, then... who do I talk to?"

"No one, dear." The voice almost sounds like he feels pity. "You speak to no one."

"This is a nightmare." You cry, tears flow down your cheeks as you throw your hands up to your face.

You cry, nightmares from childhood flashing underneath your eyelids. Monsters, scary men, crying underneath your bed, daddy screaming, mommy crying, mommy bleeding, daddy hitting mommy, brothers crying, brothers leaving you. Pain, pain,

Pain. So much pain to the point you're screaming because it too much to remember.

"Shh!"

"It's the nightmares!" You yell choking out a sob. "It's the nightmares that are hurting me! They put me here."

"Steves," the voice says. "You need to hush before they come." Now you know he's scared. "Or I won't be able to talk to you."

"I wish you were here. I wish you were here with me." You wish he could protect you.

"I wish I could hold you, kiss you, love you and make the nightmares go away, make them all disappear." He whispers. It seems as if he's right beside you instead of in your head.

"They don't scare me as much as losing you does." You whisper the tears still falling.

He sighs. "I know, I know. Look, I have to go for a while."

You head snaps up in realization. "No." You whisper in despair. "No. No. No! NO!" You yell.

"Hush!" He yells in a hushed tone. "They'll come again and I won't be able to talk to you for a long time!" He yells desperately, but you don't want him to leave you.

He's the only one who makes the nightmares go away. If he's gone, they come back and that can't happen. You don't want that to happen. You just want him to caress you in his arms, singing a lullaby in your ear, lightly strumming on his ukulele.

"No!" You scream balling your hands into fists and shaking your head with hot angry tears spluttering out of your eyes. "No, no, no, NO! You're not allowed to leave!"

Men come and he's screaming and you can tell he's crying. Almost like he regrets talking to you in the first place. "I love you, Stevie!"

The men stab you with a tranquilizer and you whisper as your vision blurs and drowsiness takes over. "I'll always love you."

It's the one nightmare that sent you here that's under your eyelids and you see the face that belongs to the voice as you relive the night he was killed.