Thanks to everyone who reviewed my last story. I really appreciate it. After not writing for so long it was hard to put something out there again. Anyways, I kind of didn't want to write this story, but it wouldn't leave me alone. So, I had to get it out someway. Not sure where it's going to lead, but I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Lie to Me.
Pain. The white hot heat of it ripping through her abdomen. Her limbs felt like lead. Her head swam. The booming music from downstairs shook the floor she was lying on. It had drowned out her screams as well. She could hear loud voices arguing. Unable to move, all she could do was listen to them and suddenly she could hear his voice above them all. The sound of it disgusted her. His words from earlier burning into her brain.
As she lay there the voices seemed to untangle from each other and it was as if she could hear each one as it chimed into the dreadful cacophony of the party. Moving and dancing around each other. She wondered why they seemed so clear. Was she dying? Was she about to have some weird out of body experience? No, she was still in agonizing pain. Her body ached from her injuries, but the sound of the voices seemed to be adding to the assault.
A new voice entered the mix, demanding attention. Wait. She knew this voice. Scuffling and yelling and then suddenly hands were on her, grabbing at her. Oh god, it's happening again…
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Gillian shot up in bed, screaming at her dream assailant. Realizing that she was lying in her own bed, alone, she leaned against the pillows trying to catch her breath. She was drenched with sweat and her heart was pounding. The sheets and comforter weighing down on her felt oppressing, so she tore them off and staggered to the bathroom. With the flip of the switch the room was flooded with light. She reached the sink and quickly turned on the faucet to splash cold water on her face; trying to shock herself back to reality.
It had been years since she had had this dream. Years since the blackness that she had pushed deep down inside of herself had threatened to spill out and ruin everything she had worked so hard to achieve. Why was it back now?
Grabbing a towel, she sank down on the cold floor of her bathroom. She couldn't deal with this now. She had to get up for work in the morning. She had meetings and paperwork to deal with. She had Cal to keep in line. Taking deep breaths she fought to control her emotions, to calm herself down. She'd take a few minutes and then head back to bed for a few more hours. After all, it was only a nightmare.
Three hours later it was the sound of her alarm clock that finally caused her to leave her huddled position on the bathroom floor.