Me and Nick were both asleep when Nick woke up, feeling restless and he pulled his hands out from under the duvet. When he looked at them, they were covered in blood and when he saw them, he threw back the covers over him and saw more blood on his t-shirt and over the sheets; it looked like someone had just bled to death.
Slightly anxious, Nick jumped out of bed and switched on the bedside light. When he turned back to the bed, he was glad to see me still asleep but was shocked to see there was no blood. The sheets were clean and white.
"All right, keep it together. Keep it together, man," Nick said aloud, to himself.
He turned off the light and got back into bed, cuddling up to me but it wasn't me; in my place was some other woman, a woman with blood on her cheek and as Nick squinted in the dark, he realized he knew the woman. It was Sarah, his late wife, and he couldn't understand why she was in my place.
Where was I? Was I okay? What had happened to me?
Sarah opened her eyes and looked at Nick.
"It's you Nick. You're special. You're chosen."
'Oh god, what the hell is going on? What's happening to me? I'm losing my mind,' he thought to himself, covering his face with his hand and shaking his head. When he looked back, Sarah was gone and I was back where I was before, waking up and rolling onto my back.
"Nick?" I mumbled. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, sugar, go back to sleep," he replied and wrapped an arm around me, trying to get back to sleep but everything that just happened was going round in head.
Eventually, after keeping his eyes closed for so long, Nick fell to sleep.

The next day, nothing strange happened so Nick put it down to a dream. Until the evening, when I was at work and Nick was pacing around the house, carrying his sons teddy and blanket.
He hadn't got round to getting rid of his son's things yet, it was still too painful.
His son and wife had been killed six months ago and he still hadn't managed to recover from it; his son was only a baby, just four months old! He still couldn't believe how understanding I was.
Nick noticed that the baby rocker in the room had started to rock by itself. It was next to a cardboard box with a few more things of his sons and as he approached the rocker, baby's crying started coming from inside the box.
Nick dug through the box and pulled out a baby monitor. Staring at it, he listened to the crying.
Seriously, what on earth was going on?
He headed to the nursery and opened the door, slowly, still listening. Inside the room, he stared at the crib and the crying stopped.
When Nick turned on the rooms light, the crying started again and blood started pouring out of the crib, onto the carpet.
"No," Nick cried, quietly.
At the crib, he fell to his knees and started sobbing; when he raised his head, the bleeding had stopped and everything was clean. It was just like the night before!
Oh Jesus, what was happening to him? Why was this happening?
When I got back from work, Nick was sat on the sofa, holding his sons teddy and blanket, looking shaken and he had obviously been drinking, but wasn't drunk just yet.
"Hey, are you okay?" I asked, sitting next to him, putting my arms around him. "Had a bad day?"
"You could say that, something's happening to me. I keep seeing stuff, I feel like I'm losing my mind," he shook his head, clearly upset.
I didn't say anything but got behind Nick and started rubbing his shoulders.
"It's okay, it's going to be okay. You've got me and I'm not going anywhere," I whispered.
He rolled his head round and started to relax into the massage. "What have I done to deserve you?"
"You haven't done anything, you're just lucky," I joked and it felt good to hear him laugh.
As I had worked late into the night, it was about half past ten, nearly eleven o'clock.
"Come on, lets go to bed, baby," I said with my arms wrapped round him.
"Yeah, okay," Nick agreed and followed me.
Once we had both changed and got into bed, Nick shuffled down the bed and lay with his head on my chest.
"I'm going to help you get through this," I stroked his hair.
He looked up at me and smiled. "You're so good to me."
When he had shuffled back up the bed, he leant over and kissed me, the smell of alcohol clinging to him. I loved the feel of his stubble against my chin and his soft, warm lips.
"Mmm," I mumbled against them and this time, it was my turn to put my head on his chest.
"Goodnight sugar," Nick put his hands around my waist.
"Night baby," I rubbed him and we both fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, Nick woke up and his eyes flew open; he looked around the room but I wasn't next to him. He was in the room by himself.
"Nick," a woman's voice said.
Nick sat up, hoping it was me and I'd been to the toilet but instead, Sarah stood at the end of the bed.
"Nick. You're dreaming Nick. But it doesn't mean this isn't real."
"Sarah? Nick asked.
"I'm not your wife, Nick. I'm an angel," Sarah told him.
"An angel?"
"My name is Lucifer."
Clearly Nick was dreaming and none of this was really happening.
"Sure. Naturally. Um . . .Could you do me a favor there, Satan, and remind me to quit drinking before I go to bed?"
"I'm here because you're special, Nick. There's very, very few people like you," Lucifer, inside Sarah, told Nick.
"Is that so?" Nick asked, still in disbelief.
"You're a vessel-a very powerful vessel."
Nick swung round, putting his feet on the floor. "Meaning what, exactly?"
"I need to take control of your mind and your body. To be honest, it'll probably be unpleasant for you. But it is necessary," Lucifer explained.
"Okay, look . . .if it's just the same to you, I think I'd like to wake up now," Nick said, starting to freak out a little. This was all starting to seem like a nightmare. Nick didn't like nightmares.
"I told you, this is real. Don't be afraid. This is your choice."
Lucifer moved around the bed and sat down next to him.
"You need to invite me in."
"Even if this is real-which it's not, but assuming it was . . .why the hell would I do something like that?" Nick looked at Sarah/Lucifer and frowned.
"You people misunderstand me. You call me 'Satan' and 'devil' but . . .do you know my crime? I loved god too much. And for that he betrayed me, punished me," Lucifer said and the hurt blatant in her eyes. "Just as he's punished you. After all, how could god stand by idly while that man broke into your home and butchered your family in their beds?"
Nick swallowed, avoiding looking at her.
"There are only two rational answers, Nick-either he's sadistic or he simply doesn't care. You're angry. You have every right to be angry. I'm angry too. That's why I want to find him-hold him accountable for his actions. Just because he created us doesn't mean he can toy with us, like playthings."
"If I help you . . .can you bring back my family?" Nick asked. He loved me but he missed his wife and son.
"'I'm sorry, I can't. But I can give you the next best thing. God did this to you, Nick. And I can give you justice. Peace," Lucifer offered him.
Nick thought about it, thought about how much pain he was in over the death of his family and the thought of peace sounded so appealing.
"How do I know you're telling the truth?" He questioned her.
"Because contrary to popular belief, I don't lie. I don't need to. What I need . . .is you, Nick, I need you to say yes," she answered him.
He remembered the empty baby rocker, the blood pouring from it and considered what Lucifer had said; she was right, god could have stopped all this from happening. Wasn't god supposed to love mankind? Nick wanted justice and if that meant proving to god that we were more than toys, then so be it.
"Then yes," Nick said, accepting what Lucifer was offering.
The high-pitch screech of angel speech and the blinding white light woke up me, terrified.
"Nick?!" I screamed and jumped out of bed, looking for Nick but I couldn't open my eyes.
When the light faded and I could see without my eyes burning, I looked around but couldn't see Nick anywhere.
What had just happened? Where was my boyfriend.
"Nick?! Nick, where are you?!" I shouted and ran from room to room, the bathroom, the nursery, the kitchen but I couldn't find him.
Nick was gone.