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I remember how you and everyone else came to my house…
You dragged me down to the basement…
You beat me and cut my face until I barely had one anymore…
You left me for dead in the dark and I swore revenge on every last one of you…
My time is coming…You will feel true fear…as I did so long ago…
November 12- 3:00am, Derek Morgan's house-
Morgan woke up with a gasp, sweat falling from his face and onto his chest. He even had tears in his eyes.
"Another nightmare" he said softly, he looked around his darkened bedroom. The pale moonlight through the window.
That dream has haunted him for almost a year now, since that horrible day. It was a day he could never, ever forget. He took a deep breath and got up to get some water. He turned on the light in his kitchen; the sudden light made him squint and grimace. He got a glass from the cupboard and went to the sink to get a drink. His mind was still thinking about the dream. When he turned to go back to the bedroom, he noticed a picture on his counter, a photo of the gang and him.
Emily, JJ, Penelope, Aaron, himself, David…and Spencer.
He had to turn away from the picture; he went back into the bedroom and wrapped himself in the sheets. He had work in the morning so he needed to get a good night sleep.
Let before his eyes closed he heard a scratching sound at the window. He got up and walked slowly to the window. He was on the second floor, so he assumed it was a branch or a squirrel. Let when he faced the window, his heart stopped in his chest and his eyes grew wide.
Right in the window, Spencer Reid was staring at him. His face was marred and covered with blood…like that horrible night so long ago. Morgan wanted to scream but he felt as if his throat was frozen or something.
Spencer just kept staring and Morgan saw his eyes, they were green and almost cat-like. He backed away from the window, but Spencer still remained there.
But how can that be? Spencer died…didn't he? How could he be outside of a second-floor window?
This wasn't supposed to happen, that night was NOT supposed to happen.
Spencer gave a small smile and showed some of his blood-stained teeth. Morgan remembered that that night he coughed up A LOT of blood.
Morgan then tried to turn and run from the window…but when he finally blinked, Spencer was gone.
Morgan relaxed, his mind was playing serious tricks on him and he didn't like it one bit. Slowly and quietly he returned to bed and fell asleep.
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