Delusional

Cold Sweat

*Blaike's POV* 

     Blaike is a 18-year-old woman with white blonde hair and light freckles scattered across her small nose and just beneath her sunken in hazel blue and green eyes. She stands at 5'0 feet with a soft pale skin tone. The lack of sleep caused her full lips to appear dry and her eyes to have dark circles.

    The cool wind whipped past my face, lifting my hair behind my neck causing the small hairs on my body to stand as goosebumps spread throughout my arms, neck, and legs. I knew not to look back despite my curiosity pushing me to. I looked down at my irritated wrist and ankles,  blood slowly dripping down them. I was almost so lost observing my sore wrist that I was close to tripping. I felt his fingers grab the back of my T-shirt and my breath caught in my throat- 

    I opened my eyes and felt them move side to side frantically searching for any sign of danger. My breaths were short and fast. I felt my throat closing up and had to remind myself mentally that it was only a dream. Wiping my cold clammy hands on my blanket I got up and proceeded to the bathroom, washing the cold sweat off my face and the back of my neck.

    Looking at myself in the mirror I tried to calm my nerves then I tiredly walked downstairs and plopped myself at the kitchen table while staring at the back of a cereal box debating on what to eat. Checking the time on my phone I saw that is was 5:00 am. My head snapped in the direction where I suddenly heard my mothers voice.

"Blaike?"

"Yes, mom?" I asked, not bothering to look at her, returning my attention back to the cereal box.

"Nightmare again?" My mother asked despite us both knowing my answer.

"Mom give it a rest, I am fine. Why must you ask every day?" I responded, making sure she can detect the annoyance in my voice.

"Don't you give me attitude Blaike Marie Esmerelda, I am your mother who is concerned  I wake up to my daughter'screams and have no idea how to help you. These nightmares need to end!" She snapped back, her voice full of anger, but I could sense the concern hidden behind her tone.

"Mommmm please I am f-" She quickly interrupted my whining.

" You are not fine. Look at you! God, you look so ill. Do you even notice the dark circles under your eyes or how your skin looks paler than ever? Or how your eyes are glazed over with fear and paranoia? " She finally took a breath from speaking so fast and sighed heavily;y.

I mumbled a sorry and hugged her.

"Mom I know you love me and want to help me with my problems, but for now lets just take a deep breath and accept that there is no solution that would cure this overnight. Remember how even the pills didn't help at all?" I spoke softly, understanding her perspective and sympathizing her.

She just nodded and squeezed me.

"Eat then get ready, you have work in an hour okay?" She reminded like she does every morning.

    I took an apple and bit into it, heading upstairs to go shower. As I removed my clothes and stepped into the shower I felt extremely relieved and then continued to do my shower routine. Stepping out my shower I immediately felt cold and wrapped the towel tighter around my body. As quickly as I could, I got dressed in black leggings and put on my work shirt which was also black but had beige writing saying Sweet Treats. Throwing my hair up in a ponytail I put on my work hat on which also had the same words printed on it.

    Once again checking my the time I saw it was 5:40 am and the drive to Sweet Treats is about 15-minute drive. Throwing on my shoes and grabbing my keys I got in my car and left.