• Everyone is scared of something, no matter how much we try and convince ourselves that we're not. Whether it's rational or irrational, there's no denying the fact that we are all scared. It makes us who we are, but sometimes, I wish fear didn't exist. Then maybe I wouldn't have to worry about closing my eyes; I wouldn't be petrified of falling asleep. But I am...
    Every time I shut my eyes, finally succumbing to exhaustion, I dream and hate it. Each night, I wake sweat-soaked from my own personal nightmare. It's like torture. Imagine running so fast, it seems the world is passing you by while you are still. And yet you know that no matter how much you push yourself, you'll never be going fast enough. I see a clearing ahead of the dense forest, scarred by a twisted chasm, much like my own mind in hindsight. Even though I've never been before, it isn't this which holds my attention. I barely notice. The reason? Someone is flying through the air, crashing into gnarled trees that tower over this space. I can hear bones crack and shatter, an agonized scream ringing in my ears. And I can feel the pain and fury inside me as I recognise the smirk on the face of the man who has quite obviously done this. And as realisation hits, I know that this is my fault.
    Each night I wake up crying, unable to escape the all consuming grief. I can't change what's going to happen. This is why I dread falling asleep. My dreams come true.