It Could Happen Again
He was all right after his date on Monday with Kurt. He really was. Of course he had ended up accepting the invitation for Prom, but that shouldn't mean anything. Kurt had been happy and soon the subject was changed, leaving no room for worries. It made no sense whatsoever that, when he finally laid down for sleep, his thoughts drifted again to that night.
It could have been the silence or the darkness that triggered him. Suddenly, a breath caught on his throat and he was scared. Every sound put him back on that street and he could just swear there was something moving on the shadows, something approaching, coming to get him.
"Blaine," he heard someone calling, just like that fateful night, when Trevor had called for him... to get his attention so he could run away...
And yet, he couldn't. Paralyzed, he felt the first blow. Then, the second one. He wanted to scream but someone kicked his chest, knocking out the air from his lungs.
"Blaine, you're having a nightmare."
Except that no, he wasn't. The pain was simply too real to be dream-induced.
"You have to breathe!" the voice insisted, but he already knew that, it was just so hard—
His chest was burning and he was getting dizzy. He was sure he was about to pass out, even though everything around him was already dark and he couldn't see.
It was a mess, his mind getting more and more confused at each second.
Hands grasped his arms, his injured arms, but the pain wasn't there—
It had been just a memory. What he was seeing was some sort of dream, a hallucination or flashback... it wasn't real, not anymore. He was far away from them, he was at Dalton... safe. The thoughts started to get more and more clear and the reality made more sense.
He grabbed the hands on his arms in a vain attempt to stead himself — it was a memory, it wasn't happening anymore, why couldn't he stop shaking?
"Keep breathing, Blaine."
Was there someone around? He didn't want — he didn't want anyone else to get involved in this, he didn't want anybody else to get hurt.
Suddenly, there he was again. Panicking, forgetting how to breathe, frightened. He was back to the night he'd tried so hard to forget. Something was saying in his head that it could happen again. That it would happen again.
"C'mon, Blaine, calm down."
The hold on his arms became almost painful before one of the hands released him and gently combed his hair. It was really strange, he never got comforted after this particular nightmare.
But then again, he was usually at his parents' house when he dreamed about that.
Even if this time he was sure it wasn't a dream.
He took a deep breath. That was enough, it was time for him to compose himself.
"You back?" he heard more than saw his roommate's relieved sigh.
He was. There was a knot lodged on his throat and his mouth felt dry, but he was totally aware of his surroundings and of the fact that he wasn't really hurt.
"Yeah... uh, yes. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have woke you up."
"Don't worry about me, I was just getting ready for bed. Are you alright? Do you need anything?"
"No, it's okay. You can go to sleep, Wes. I'm going to be alright."
Of course it was a lie.
A/N: That's all, folks. I'm sorry I don't have a beta, but if you find any mistake, feel free to point it out. Thanks for reading it!