A/N: hey people how's it going? I'm using my new/Second hand laptop to write this. I'm feeling pretty depressed right now because I just got in a fight with my dad. All over school, if you go to a one-gender school I feel sorry for you as well as my self, and if you don't consider yourself fucking lucky, you lucky son's of bitches!…
My on going nightmare…
A scream and a pool of blood was his nightmare.
Robin shot up from his sleep. Like awakening from a coma.
He breathed heavily and clutched his bed sheets, as if he was checking that he was still in his room.
He sighed in relief and flopped back down onto his crinkled bed sheets. He watched the moonlight stream in through his window. The dust floating past the beam of light and like a wave of smoke it 'whooshed' past.
A shadow folded throughout the darkness, but not thought of by the wingless bird.
Shivering jolts swayed up and down his spine and Robin finally noticed the cold wind coming in through is window. He ignored it and rolled over, the virgin white sheets brushing against his bare chest.
He opened his eyes to an extremely strong stench hurtling up his nasal passages.
He jolted back off his bed and 'thudded' onto the ground.
"Gnnng" he landed on his elbows and backed wearily into the green wall, swallowed by darkness.
"Why do you quiver, when you know I come every night?" the weary beast asked as it leaned over the side of Robin's bed and arched it's back.
Robin huddled into the nearby corner and tried to calm himself.
"Why do you run?; it stepped elastically off the corner of his bed and backed against the wall. It came out from a shadow nearby.
Too close for Robin's comfort and he backed away even further.
"Resisting me is futile mortal, for I am a devil." She backed into another shadow and came out through another even closer. She touched his fore head and shifted him in a blur to his bed.
Staring up at the ceiling, Robin shivered.
"Remember I am the shadow that haunts every dark corner of your mind." She sat on his chest and her red eyes stared into his blue ones.
He heaved; trying to catch what little breath he could through his crushing chest.
She bounced up and down "You mortals are most entertaining, also weak and you're minds distort quickly."
The last thing Robin saw before he blacked out was piercing red eyes cutting through his.
He sat up in his bed grabbing for his sheets. He looked around his room, and then stared down at his hands that were coarsening with adrenalin.
He looked at the darkest corner of his room and a pair of relaxed, blood red eyes watched him intently "Welcome back to your on going nightmare human!"
She leapt for him and pinned him down.
A/N: here you go one depressing one-shot. I do not plan to write another chapter, you can ask and I'll see what I feel like doing. Don't expect anything.