Sorry guys for keeping you in a cruel suspense like that :)
And so this is the end of the nightmarish story, hope you all enjoyed it and I wanna thank every single person who has read and reviewed this! Expect replies to reviews on the last chapter

Now enough from me, enjoy

At peace

He floats peacefully in whiteness; there is nothing around him, just space, white light. He is dressed in white flowing clothing, feeling free and light. He shuts his eyes, he sees nothing, he feels nothing. The pain in his wrist is gone, he listens for a thump but hears none, no pulse, he doesn't breathe in and he doesn't exhale, he doesn't need to.

He must be…

He feels pressure on his chest, then it goes, comes back, goes, comes back. His lips tingle, his chest puffs up and fills with air of its own accord. The process begins again, his body jumps slightly as his chest is pounded at then feels comfortable when his mouth feels warm then the strange feeling fills his throat and lungs once again.

Everything blurs around him, he feels like he is being thrust forwards at a great speed, his mouth opens but nothing comes out, he is panting, he feels the air seep down into his lungs, they fill greedily pumping blood and oxygen round his body to his precious heart. His limbs tingle from pins and needles, he is sitting upright, he hears voices, relieved voices, friendly ones. His eyes open, faces are grinning at him, he pants and gasps for breath, then shuts his mouth and it cracks into a smile which fades as quickly as it comes as tears take charge and attack his dry eyes, they bulge at the corners then leak all over his cheeks dribbling down past his nose and mouth until they gather under his chin and trickle off onto the top he is wearing. He receives hugs, he savours them, nuzzles his head into the crook of his friend's neck, he sobs using his friend as a large tissue and another as a comforting blanket of warmth. He is exhausted but fears sleep so he simply stays in his place, he freezes himself into the chest of Howard Moon and remains there for several minutes until his friend suggests he sleeps.

"No!" He shakes his head furiously, his friend looks hurt. The tears come thick and fast again, the Demons are gone but the memories are still imprinted, he sobs as he is rocked back and forth, rocked into an unwanted sleep.

He wakes in his own room but suddenly drops down onto his bed bouncing back up a little as he hits the mattress, he grips at the pillows as he lands desperate not to float away from his bed. He sits up slowly with a slight tremble in his hands, he heads to his mirror and peers at the ugly grazes covering his skin, he had come back from the Nightmare World with them, Naboo promised to clean them up with a spell or two when he woke.

Vince presses a finger to an area of the graze, it fizzes and burns slightly, he moves his finger and the skin is healed, as perfect as it was before it got shredded by a rocky surface. Amazed, he presses a hand to the whole of the graze, a few burning seconds later and his skin is entirely healed. He works on his throbbing wrist, he rubs a hand over the skin and it cools down then the bone clicks loudly making him shudder. He gasps at what he had achieved; he had healed his own wounds with a wave of his hand. He straightens up and turns to face his bedroom light, he clicks his finger uncertainly and the bulb flickers on emitting a soft glow through the room. He stares wide eyed at the light, burning little shapes into his vision for a few seconds before quickly casting his gaze elsewhere. He focuses on the duvet that is lying on his floor, he rests his hands flat out in front of him and lifts them, the duvet follows his lead and rises into the air, he thrusts his palms at the wall making the duvet slam into his posters then flop limply onto his bed in a heap.

'What is going on?' He thinks to himself as he stares in horror at the palms of his hands, he tries something else. He waves a hand at his wardrobe door and it flies open; he waves his hand back and it shuts. He smiles slightly as he picks up dirty clothes from the floor with a snap of his fingers and drops them magically into the wash bin.

He hears a noise outside his room, feet creak about on the floor boards in the kitchen, he hops into bed and clicks his fingers turning out his light. He pulls the duvet over his shivering and exhausted body and shuts his eyes.

A soft voice sings to him in his head as he dozes peacefully, it soothes his thoughts and makes a power glow within warming his body gently.

"Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. See me safely through the night, and wake me with the morning light."

The end
Sleep tight and don't have nightmares...