Hiya guys! Here's my second fic for y'all, that I hope you really like :D

It's based off mine and my friend's (J4D3H4RL3YG0DT13R) roleplay characters, and I really wanted to make this fic, so enjoy!


Darkness.

All the nightmares start in darkness.

Honestly, the darkness is what's the most terrifying part. Not knowing when it's gonna happen, or how long it's gonna take. He's counted the seconds every time, and it's always different. Although he keeps counting, desperate to find some pattern. Even though, it's utterly impossible.

Seconds pass. Then minutes. Then what seems like hours.

And then it starts.

A sudden shock of searing electricity pulsed through his body, making him scream out in pain. His whole body started to convulse, twitching and jumping at random times, as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block it all out.

Sadly, it didn't work.

All he heard was the sound of his own screaming over the hum of the electric table he was currently strapped to. The pain started to worsen, and worsen as black spots edged his vision...


"JORDAN, WAKE UP!"

Jordan Rivers jolted awake with a gasp, looking up at the pale face of a familiar redhead, looking down at him, her big blue eyes filled with concern.

"What... what happened...?" he asked, slowly sitting up in bed with a wince.

"You were having the nightmare again... about the asylum..." she answered quitely, grabbing his hand. Jordan tried to calm his breathing down. It never stopped. It was relentless. All the reoccuring nightmares from when he was trapped inside an asylum for over a week kept tormenting him, never wanting to let up even one bit. It was exhausting.

"Thanks... for waking me up again, Faith..." he said with a sigh, rubbing his forehead. Faith smiled, kissing him on the cheek.

"Of course, it's what I'm here for." With that, she slid out of bed, letting go of his hand. "Now come on, we should probably go get some breakfast before it's too late."

He nodded, sliding out the opposite side, and picking up the Slytherin robes he left on the floor the night before. Looking over at Faith, he saw her tie up her curly red hair into a ponytail, before yawning into her hand, and straightening the orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirt that she always wore to bed.

"So... any nightmares after you came in here...?" he asked, pulling his shoes on.

"Nope. Not one. Thanks to you," Faith answered with a grin. Jordan returned the smile, stretching slightly.

"Alright. You should probably go get dressed. I'll meet you in the Great Hall, kay?"

"Okay," she said, opening the door and starting to slip out. "I love you, Seaweed Brain."

"Love you too, Wise Girl."

And with that, Faith disappeared down the hallway. Jordan ran his hand through his hair, and sat back down on his bed shakily, before hiding his head in his hands. When would these nightmares ever stop? They probably would never stop. Ever. So long as he lived. With another long sigh, he stood back up, grabbed his wand, and headed out of his room, shutting the door behind him.