'You talk in your sleep.' Alison hears someone say and opens her eyes, seeing Martin. She had made it through the night without leaving her room and walking downstairs.
Usually if turning the lamp light on wouldn't work, Alison would go downstairs and watch whatever was on TV until she fell asleep.
That's how her dad found her after her last nightmare.
'I hate bad dreams.' Alison says, seeing the stormy weather outside. It was early, about 7am but neither of them could close their eyes again. Even if she wanted to, Alison had a feeling that she would just wake up screaming and wouldn't stop.
'You get it from me. When i was younger...just after i got back from Vietnam, i would have nightmares. I couldn't close my eyes without seeing them and hearing them scream. I thought that i was going crazy.' Martin says, knowing that it had to have been more than just a bad dream that scared his little girl.
'Those pictures...that girl looked just like me...someone put them up in the girls locker room at the school. I couldn't take it, that's why i had that panic attack last week.' Alison says, tears falling down her face as Martin hugs her, letting her cry.
Someone was intentionally trying to cause his little girl to lose her mind and from what he could tell, it was working.
Alison was fighting but she felt like she was spiraling out of control.