WARNING! TRIGGERS: WORD ABUSE AND PHYSICAL ABUSE.

"We're not friends anymore."

"You slut."

Words echoed around while you were standing in a bright white area, wearing your hoodie over your head.

"Forgetful piece of shit."

"Useless."

"Ugly."

All the hurtful words striking at your heart.

"I'm sorry." You mumbled, the hoodie shrouded over you, your eyes were not visible to anyone from afar but your cheeks glistened and stained with old and fresh tears." I'm sorry."

Those were the only words that came out of your mouth as you were soon became surrounded by silhouettes of familiar faces, family and old friends. All negative words coming nonstop.

You wanted to run but your legs were shackled by the ankles and the chain links bolted to the floor.

Tired of standing, you'd soon get down on your knees as the negativity grew stronger. Then you hunched over, bowing as you placed your hands and forehead onto the floor." I'm sorry"

Repeating and Repeating.

The words got more hurtful.

Then you really felt them as you screamed in agony.

There was a knife in the top left of your back.

"COCK SUCKER."

"PROSITITUTE."

"STUPID."

More and more knives stabbed into your back. Blood pouring down and landed underneath you, creating a pool and you even coughed up some, adding on to it.

"I'M SORRY."You said sternly as you were now being kicked while you were down. You close your eyes tight and held onto your head by covering your ears, hanging on for the long run.

This went on for what seemed like eternity.

STOP

Then suddenly you didn't feel the kicks anymore…

This caused you to slowly open your eyes.

Everything was bright so it was hard to have focused especially when you held your eyelids closed as tight as possible.

Most of the silhouettes were gone.

Soon you'd remove your hands from your head, to hear nothing but silence.

But within that silence you did hear what sounded like slashing and stabbing.

Your eyes searched the area, and then stopped your scanning when you saw a tall dark figure with an arm through a silhouettes chest.

You grunted a bit, trying to make an attempt to straighten up but the knives made it impossible and it caused you to cough up more blood.

The tall figure threw the body to the ground and came walking your way.

"My god, you're a mess…"

That charmingly deep voice. Dark.

You looked up at him; your vision was still blurry and still hard to focus.

"D-..Da.."

"Shh."

You were then interrupted by a calming hush just as you felt his presence sit next to you

"Don't say anything…" His voice was oh so soothing; it made you almost forget about the pain until it came back when you felt the knives being pulled out with ease.

You gritted your teeth through the pain, your tears still manage to leak out and drip into the blood under you.

You felt relief when he pulled out the last one and then he grabbed the linked chains and simply snapped them off of the floor. Yes, the shackles and chains were still attached to your ankles but you were free to roam.

"I'm-"

You were cut off again by the man pulling you into his soft embrace, holding you close."I said not to say anything."

You didn't fight his affection. You just slowly sank into his arms, finding comfort after such torture..

"You should have talked to me about it..." Dark stated as he began to comb through your (H/C) hair with his semi clean and cold fingers."And if I know your type, you wouldn't have just done so…"

He was right. You wouldn't have.

"And if I would have asked, you would have told me you were fine and nothing happened."

Right again. You close your eyes, nodding against his chest.

"I barely know you,(F/N)." He lets out a soft sigh, looking down at you with genuine concern."But know that you can come to me to talk about your problems. I may not be the nicest guy ever like Mark, but I'm not a complete asshole…"He gently started to rock his body from side to side.

You were quiet, hearing what he had to say.

This touched you deeply but is it worth the risk of potentially getting your back stabbed again.

"Wake up, (F/N). This is nightmare has to end..." He said softly, putting his hand that was stroking your hair under your chin so that he could stare into your beautiful (E/C) eyes."No one deserves this kind of dream, not even you."

You opened your eyes and stared back into his red eyes. He was speaking the truth. But you remained quiet.

Soon, you noticed the miasma leaking out of his mouth as his face came closer to yours.

"Wake up..."He repeated, his voice softened into a coo.

That smog then blackened your vision.

You weren't scared as you felt yourself fading. This was very welcoming and comforting.

The pain you were feeling simply disappeared. Instead you felt complete bliss.

"Wake up, (F/N)."

That was the last thing you heard before there was just silence.

. . .

You opened your eyes, to find yourself back in your room but not in the same place as before. You were fully on your bed on your side, blanket covering you."Hng." Groaning quietly as you was about to sit up but strangely you couldn't.

You then looked down to see an outline of a hand and arm on top of your waist. Then realizing that someone was holding you close from behind.

You knew who it was but you were not afraid. You cracked a tiny smile before slowly scooting in closer to them and their hold on you tightened up some, protective.

Their breathing was soft and warm, you knew they were asleep.

You felt the breathing which caused your cheeks to grow hot and a shade of red consume them. You reached down to remove your hoodie but then flinched when you felt that you weren't wearing it anymore but you still had on your under shirt.

You kept that small crack of a smile while a single tear trickled down the side of your face as you close your eyes again, whispering before you fell back asleep.

"Thank you, Dark. . ."