I woke up screaming. It's been happening a lot lately. Ever since...IT happened. I haven't slept a full night in almost three weeks. It's been three weeks since I walked home alone, not thinking about the people out there. It's been three weeks since he pulled me into an alley and attacked me at knife-point. I don't know who he was, I just know that he was a bad person that only cared about satisfying himself. It's been three weeks since I stumbled home and collapsed in front of the extremely worried Drake and extremely angry Marcee. It's been three weeks since I went anywhere by myself. Drake ran into my room prepared to fight off anything from thieves and rapists to fears and nightmares. Marcee was on patrol for the night. When Drake saw that it was just a nightmare, he walked over to me and wrapped me into a hug. I leaned into it and cried. "It's ironic isn't it? The fact that Marcee, who purposely walks in the bad parts of town, was not the one targeted but me, the one who was careful not to walk in the bad parts of town, was." I said.
He just held me and let me cry, slowly rocking me back and forth like a child. He rested his chin on my head and softly muttered a song under his breath trying to calm me down. I eventually calmed down and fell asleep again. Maybe tomorrow will be better. I had no idea how wrong I was.