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Ghosts That We Knew

A bead of sweat rolled down her forehead, her head snapping to the side.

"Stop! Let me go!" Em screamed, desperate to yank her hand back from him.

"Worthless. The pack of ya!" He snarled, spitting at her feet as he dropped her hand, "Absolutely pathetic! You're all pathetic!"

Her body thrashed to the side, gripping the sheets.

"Your daddy can't save you now." He grabbed her hair and dragged her across the room, throwing her with force against the wall.

"No! I don't know what you want!" She hollered, trying to remain calm as the blood clouded her vision. "Let me go!" She repeated.

Snapping awake and sitting up in bed, a concerned Evie was seated beside her, holding her hand.

"Another bad dream, Em?" She asked gently, and Em nodded, breathing heavily as she attempted to get her bearings. "I'll be ok..." she said, trying to brush it off, looking away from her cousin so she couldn't see the tears cascade down her cheeks. "I'm fine... I promise." She said to readjust her sheets and flip over her pillow. "I gotta get some more sleep before work tonight," she muttered, indicating to Evie that she didn't want to elaborate or talk about it.

"Okay, okay..." Evie held her hand up, surrendering. "But I'm here if you want to chat." She slipped out of the room as Em rolled over and tried to settle herself.

The nightmares of that day still haunted her, but she'd never tell. Talking out loud meant that it happened and it was real. She was happy to work her night-time job away from people and slip into the cover of the night.

Give me hope in the darkness... she sang softly under her breath, calming herself and exhaling a shaky breath, "... just promise me... we'll be alright..."