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                Material rough over my head, all I saw was darkness. I struggled against my bonds as I was shoved through a wooden doorway, and tossed to the floor.

         “Get up!” A man’s cold voice, the same man that has been plaguing me for a month now. I fight my shaking knees and get to my feet, only to be thrown to the floor again. Biting metal pressed to my throat. I cry out, and am slapped in the face. Stay quiet, Emily, just be quiet. If you don’t say anything everything will be quicker. It won’t hurt as bad.  Stinging pain erupts across my shoulder. My arms. The warm blood trickling down the only tears allotted to me. Kisses are pressed to the abrasions, the ringing of a blade being swung reaches my ears and then…I wake up to the sounds of my own screams, the warmth of strong arms gently coaxing me to lay back down, and Aaron’s deep voice telling me I’m alright now, no one can hurt me now.

         Terrified green met peaceful blue. My racing heartbeat slowed, and I sunk into Aaron’s arms and let the tears flow. No sense holding them in, what would it prove?  That I could fake strength I did not possess?  Aaron held me gently but firmly against his bare chest, softly rocking me back and forth as I sobbed.

         “Shh..Emmy…” He whispered, his voice warm and low. He nuzzled into my hair, trying his hardest to pass on feelings of calm and reassure me of my safety.  Of course, we went through this routine often, and eventually my tears subsided and my tight hold on his torso loosened enough to where I could look at him, enough to where I could control myself again. Aaron smiled and hugged me to him again before releasing me and going into the bathroom, leaving me to my thoughts. I had endured enough of these nightmares over the years, you would think I would get used to them. The trouble was, this one had actually happened, therefore making it obviously more difficult albeit impossible to get rid of, to convince myself of the fact that there was nothing to fear. I sighed, tired of my own mind and headed into the bathroom as I heard the shower turn on, and joined Aaron in our return to the monotonous grind of life.