Dreams |Jamilton|

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Alexander's POV:

I wish I wasn't watched all the time.

Sure, it's to help me and my mental state, but god it's annoying. A stupid night terror got me in here. Isn't that a little fucked up?

It's so childish of me, but this has been bothering me for so long.

Dr. Washington says I should be getting out soon. He says I'm getting better.

Unless he's lying.

It hurts to think that he is, but he's been saying it for a while now. They're just trying to help me I guess. I don't know.

This place... it's like a mental hospital.. for.. dreams? No, not dreams,

Night terrors.

I've been suffering from a serious night terror, and everyone's been worrying. That's why my shitty father sent me here.

It's great.

It's getting close to bedtime anyway, and it's my turn to get watched tonight. They say if I can pass if I don't have another nightmare tonight. I could get my chance to leave.

My brain better not fuck up this opportunity because god.. I do want out of here.

I want to see John again..

I want to go to school again, like a normal kid would.

I wish to do a lot of things that I can't do here. I want to go back to sleep, knowing that I won't be watched. I don't like being watched anymore.

I want privacy.

A loud bell rang through the hallways. It was time to go to bed.. or at least get settled.

I slowly got up from my old rickety desk, making my way over toward my bed.

I sat on the edge, letting out a soft huff. I couldn't help but let my eyes wander toward the door. The bed wasn't the best. It was hard like a rock. Hell, I only have one blanket. And to top it all off, I sleep in this stupid ass gown.

Did I mention I hate this?

I grabbed at the thin sheet, that they call a blanket, and pulled it down. I crawled up toward the top of the bed and made my spot, slowly pulling the blanket over me.

I'm anxious.

I don't want to sleep tonight. What if the night terror gets worse?

What if I die in my dream?

What if I don't wake up?

What if-?

A loud creak came from the door of my room. It was Dr. Washington. I already knew what he was going to talk to me about.

"So.. as you know Alexander. You are being watched tonight. You remember what our deal wa-"

"Yes! Yes of course I do! If I don't have a night terror I get to go home." I'm not going to lie, I'm cranky. I want out. I don't want to be talking about this.

I saw him give a nod before fixing the clipboard in his hands.

"Well," He cleared his throat. "You better be getting to bed. I don't want to see you awake when I come back in here."

I gave a small nod to him, and he returned back with a smile.

I watched as he walked out, closing the door behind himself. I slowly slid down into my bed and let out a rather loud, dramatic sigh.

This was going to be a long night.