Blurred images were racing in my mind. It was not just any other nightmare; it was the worst type of nightmare, the type that made me wake up screaming every night. It was not one of those vivid nightmares, the ones you could see crystal clear. No, those would be a blessing right about now. You see these were the nightmares that were like total sensory explosions. They almost always came in the same order: There would be the colour of lights. Black, white, purple, and worst of all red, then, like humming birds the pictures would zip around my mind, pictures of my mom when I last saw her, cooking supper or standing on our deck, with the wind in our chocolate curly hair, then that lopsided grin. Now you might be thinking geez, Azalea, this sounds like it's not that bad of a dream. Well maybe not yet, because after that comes the bad part, the good images fade away, and in their place comes the ones after my mother goes inside. After that, it becomes a whirlwind of terror. After that the colours surge and swell together and I hear the bloodcurdling screams of my mother. Of course that's all I hear, because the next thing was seeing the blur of black coats, the smell and feel of leather on my skin and the most suffocating darkness.
And that pretty much takes us to the present, where I am currently tossing and turning in my bed, and in my dream I hear my mother's last screams as I sharply sat up in my dark room shrieking, tears streaming down my face. At that point it takes ten minutes for me to regain my senses and realize axel and larxene are trying to comfort me like they always do almost every night. It takes at least another ten for me to slow the tears and to catch my breath. They stay with me until I fall back asleep. As I close my eyes I catch a glimpse of xigbar in my doorway, with the same worried look on his face. But it was the same almost every night, I fall asleep, I wake up crying or even screaming, and I fall back asleep (most of the time) with my family all around me. It been like that since that night they saved me, about two years ago.
Obviously there not my biological family, but since I've lost all of mine, they took me in.
