Nightmares
AN: This is the first fanfiction I've written in forever here. It's a bit strange, but I was on a flow and decided to write this. Hope you like it )
The whole room is dimly lit, straying somewhere between light and dark. Like a light bulb swaying back and forth in the room. The edges of the room are blurry, but she knows they are sharp as knifes; that's why she stays in the middle.
She doesn't know what she is doing there, but she knows she should not walk any further, that soon something- someone is going to come and get her.
The roof is high; she cannot see it when she looks up. She wants to see it, and then maybe she could feel a bit safer.
Then he stands before her. His blue eyes are like a fog, and his face is awfully white.
"What has happened to you?" she never opens her mouth, but the words hang in the air anyway. She doesn't want to say that, when there is so much else to say.
He doesn't say anything, doesn't move. He closes his eyes and when he opens them again they are no longer there in that room. She recognizes everything, from the knickknacks on the tables to the large piano standing in the corner of the room.
She can even smell the faintest smell of him.
"You didn't need to leave" his back is turned towards her, and his voice is deeper than normal, shaking in her chest.
No, she didn't have to, but she did anyway.
She opens her mouth but she can't breathe, and all that leaves her mouth are short gasps for breath. She wants to explain herself, but he won't let her.
He stands next to her suddenly, holding his hand gently over her wrist- just like she had done. Electricity shots through her painfully.
"I'll miss you" he say, his eyes haunting and his mouth smirking. "Bullshit, right?" he whispers in her ear, and she shakes her head.
She closes her eyes and when she opens them again she is back in that room again. He is not there anymore, but she still can't breathe.
Her head aches and feels heavy. The room starts to spin and she can feel him behind her, and he puts a hand on her hip, and she jerks from the pain again.
"How often do you think about me?" he whispers against her neck, his warm breath causing goosebumps all over her body. "Everybody lies" his voice is suddenly right next to his ear.
His movements are quick and sudden, and she knows in the back of her mind that this is not real.
His hands circle around her throat, caressing the pale skin there. Gently, almost, holding his hand over her heaving chest. He pushed her roughly against her chest.
"You were never an exception" he mutters as he gently places a kiss on her forehead. He is standing in front of her now.
Her mouth is dry, and she looks at him longingly, desperately. Her eyes plead him.
She falls to the floor, her legs no longer carrying her.
"I do love you" he says softly as he lies next to her, and he closes his eyes.
She jerks awake quickly, air filling her lungs. Her eyes dart around to room to make sure that she is safe in her own bed, in her own room.
She sits up as her breathing is steady again. Nothing is out of place; everything is exactly the ways he left it when she went to bed.
The shrill of the phone makes her jump and her heart beat faster. She picks the phone up when she reaches the living room.
It's House, and in a drunken slur he says she deserves better than Bobby the kangaroo, she almost asks him if she thinks he deserves her but thinks better of it. If the date was any indication; he does not. So she asks him if he wants her to be alone.
"If that's the alternative" he whispers behind her, and kisses her neck.
She closes her eyes and lets the nightmare start all over again.
Cause that's what all of it is. A nightmare that always repeats itself.