I lie awake,late at night,drenched in sweat.I bury my face into my pillows and old stuffed animals,trying to catch my throat feels dry and my voice is wrecked from all the choked sobs and screams from my nightmares.I always waited for my Mom to come and steer me away from a panic attack,but she stopped doing that when i was 12,she had died,leaving me to shake and lose control of my body,because my father could care less.

my nightmares always consisted of the same people,i have had these dreams ever since i was 10 years old,so I had learned more about them than I had learned about myself,they were brothers,one of them was tall with shaggy brown hair that constantly got in his eyes,he had big light brown eyes that could talk you into anything better than his own mouth,the other one was shorter with dark blonde hair,almost brown,that would flip up in the front and the prettiest green eyes i had ever seen,he had freckles and a smile that made you fall in love with him every time you saw it.

There mother had died when they were young in a fire, and there father was missing and they were determined to find him.

But that wasn't the oddest thing about them,you see,they fought monsters,but I'm not talking about your typical There's a monster under my bed type of monster,no not at all, I'm talking about,ghost,demons,ghouls,vampires,werewolfs,and numerous other things i have never even heard of.

After my breathing regulated,I decided to get out of the house for a while,I untangled myself from the mountain of blankets that were my only source of warmth in the whole house,my bare feet felt like ice on the cold floor as I made my way to my closet and i nearly tripped on my back pack,after searching for about 5 minutes for something to wear I decided on the black AC/DC shirt I wore yesterday and a pair of old faded jeans,not my best clothing but definitely my most comfortable.

I stopped bye my dads room before heading to the living room,only to find that he wasn't there.i let out a sigh and grabbed a blanket from his bed,my dad was ungracefully draped across the couch,shivering, a beer in his right hand.I took the empty bottle from him and tucked the blanket around his legs and under his chin,before placing a sloppy kiss on his forehead,he may have been a crappy dad but that didn't mean i was a crappy daughter.

I had never had the money for drivers school so I had to walk down to the coffee shop,i walked in silence listening to my converse scrape the sidewalk,tightening my coat around my stomach,as the cold sharp wind blew back my pixie cut brown hair,and nipped at my nose,the shop was only a few blocks away but the trip felt longer than usual,thanks to the images swirling in my head,images of those two men,sometimes laughing,sometimes dying with there faces covered in blood,tears always rolling down there the faces. when the images cleared they always left me with a pounding head ache and slightly more depressed than before.

I finally arrived at the coffee shop,relief washing over me when the warm air blew in my face,I liked it in the shop,it was much warmer than my own home and quiet enough for me to study,but recently i haven't needed to because all the schools and colleges in the neighborhood were shut down,they had been for about 3 weeks.I ordered a coffee with hazelnut creamer and a slice of apple pie,i sank my teeth into my first bite of pie,letting out a whimper of delight,taking a sip of my coffee to wash it down.

"No Dean leave the girl alone" a voice half whispered next to me and i turned to look.

My breath caught in my throat and i was thankful I wasn't chewing,otherwise I would have choked,my eyes grew wide at the familiar green orbs looking into my blue ones and a bright set of teeth beaming at me through pink parted lips,it was the man from my dreams.