~12 years ago~
"Don't you dare say that Rayne! Those dreams you are having are just dream." Mommy yelled. She never raised her voice at me before until the nightmares started. They were scary, and I didn't like it, because they always showed mommy and daddy dead.
Hot tears ran down my trembling chin and I curled up into a little ball. The bed beneath me was soft and comforting when I was awake. "I don't want them mommy. I hate them." I said.
I looked up at her and her face softened to the loving and caring mother I know. Not the angry one. She let out a breath of air and sat down on my bed, gently touching my face. "It's okay sweetie. I promise they won't hurt you, okay? Do you believe me?" She asked.
How could I believe that the nightmares I have every night won't hurt me? They are so scary and gross. All the blood and the broken bones. How my parents laid in odd angles on the wooden floor, holding each other's hands. Or how the scary man in the black robe would stare at me with his wife eyes. Looking at me as if waiting for something, anything to happen.
No. I couldn't do it. I couldn't fully believe that my nightmares were harmless. But for mommy's sake I would have to. She would always protect me from anything and comfort me like now, and as she said those nightmares are just that. They weren't going to be real. Mommy and daddy wouldn't leave me alone forever.
Slowly I nodded and forced myself to stop crying. "I believe you mommy. But can I sleep with you tonight?" I asked her.
She smiled softly and nodded, her black curly hair bouncing. "Okay."
In the next second I was up in her arms like I used to years ago and she carried me to her room. Daddy was sleeping when we walked in but when we laid down in bed he woke up. He smiled at me and mommy, reaching out to hold us both. "Good night my princess, my queen." He said.
"Goody night daddy."