The One
The nightmares are always the same, about a life that wasn't real a life that never really happened, but it was real. I can still feel the pain of the beatings and can still hear the stinging words being yelled at me. You see I feel them and hear them every night in my dreams. My dreams of the life I had before being unplugged. You would think that knowing the truth, knowing that it wasn't real would help, but it doesn't, in fact it makes it worse. I know that the crew can hear my screams and I know that they try not to let me know that they know, but I do I can see it in their eyes when they look at me. The look of pity and of disappointment. I guess because they all think of me as The One, that I should be able to handle it, To be able to handle the truth, the real world, but I'm just Neo, a human like them all.
Morpheous has tried to get me to open up to him, to tell him about the nightmares, but I can't. It wouldn't help anyway. The things I dream about happened a lifetime ago, a time before I knew that the life I was in wasn't real, I time before I even knew what a computer was. I know that Switch and Apoc had a rough life before being unplugged and you don't hear them screaming about it every night. If they can handle things then I should be able to. Sometimes when I'm in the middle of nightmare, I can almost feel her there, holding me, whispering words of comfort, if it was only true.
I watch him as he sits eating his slop, he tries to act like he's ok, like nothing is wrong, but I know. I hear his cries at night. I wish that I could take his pain away but I can't, so I do the only thing that I know, I go to him at night and I take him in my arms and try to comfort him with my words. I was surprised to found that it works, that as soon as I take hold of him, he starts to calm down, he's breathing evens out and the pain that his face shows disappears. I'm thankful that he doesn't know that I do this for him, how would he react to know that the unemotional Trinity, is falling for him. I can't let him know, I won't let him know, so during the day I act like I don't give a care if he's here or not. I go on with my day, doing my duties trying not to think about him, but it doesn't work. I think about how he looks, how his training is going, and I think about what has him so scared at night, scared to go to sleep.