THE LAST OF US:
I Hate Bad Dreams
Rated: T - English – One-Shot - Hurt/Drama/Angst – Joel & Ellie, Sarah
Joel awoke with a start.
Three nights in a row. Three harrowing nights, and he watched Sarah bleed out in his arms, over and over...
Shutting his eyes again, both Joel's hands went up to his face as he tried desperately to shake the scarring memory. He sighed deeply, regaining whatever sense of reality he had left that moment.
Joel got up noiselessly from the worn sofa he was sleeping on before walking over to the living room window, his brown eyes searching the streets below for a face he knew he'd never find. It was hard enough living with his daughter's death, let alone dream about it. 20 years and it followed him around like a plague, sitting at the back of his mind wherever he went.
Turning his back on the glass pane, his eyes wandered around the dark rundown apartment unit illuminated only by moonlight. His eyes fell on the auburn-haired girl sleeping soundlessly on an old mattress not too far from where he was standing. Whether she was really sleeping or not, Joel didn't care, as long as she doesn't complain about it in the morning.
He ran a hand down his face as he took one final glance down the dark and empty streets of Pittsburgh.
Even in his dreams, it never lets up.
A/N: Thank you for reading.
