You're Not Alone

You Need Sleep

**from here on out, there'll be nightmares.**

"Hey," Danny whispered to a crying Sean. "What's the matter, bud?" He picked him up, rocking him in his arms. "Did you have a bad dream?"
Sean wailed again, not knowing how to tell his daddy what he wanted. He kicked and balled his little fists, his tears coming fast.
"Shh, it's okay, Sean-O. Don't wake up Mommy!"
"Too late," Linda yawned, coming over to Danny and Sean. She took her baby, "he's probably hungry again." She sat down on the rocking chair, "are you hungry, Sean?" She handed him to Danny. "Hold him, please." She shucked off her shirt, not caring where it landed.
Danny handed Sean back to Linda, gosh, she's absolutely gorgeous.
"Why don't you go back to sleep, honey? I don't think you're getting enough as it is." She lifted Sean to nurse.
"I'm fine."
"Listen to your nurse, okay?"
Danny frowned, "but you need help."
"I don't need help. Sleep, please?"
"Fine," Danny grumbled, sticking his hands in his sweatpants pockets. He walked back to their room, forcing himself to stay awake. He wouldn't go to sleep, it was as simple and easy as that.
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Danny found himself in a dingy old basement. The more he explored, the more he realized it wasn't a basement. It was a big, abandoned warehouse. His instincts kicked in, making him step with caution.
"Danny!"
"Linda?" He looked around, seeking his wife. He saw her at the top of the stairs, gripping the railing. "Linda, hold on, baby. I'm coming." He somewhat ran to the stairs, forgetting that this was most likely a trap. He literally jumped out of the way when a gun was fired. Did I do that?
"Danny!"
"That was a warning, detective!" An unknown voice shouted. "I don't have to miss! You or her- I can kill you both!"
"I believe you." Danny said, trying to figure out how to get to his wife. "What do you want?"
"Mmmm.... not much... Just her!"
He heard his wife scream, his blood boiling. "Hey! Don't touch her!" He stepped forward, not caring what could happen to him.
"I warned you." The Perp shrugged, and threw something down. The warehouse filled with gas, knocking out Linda and Danny.
The marine heard a ringing in his ear, his eyes slowly opening. He stood up, his surroundings gradually making sense. He was in a small area, covered with construction plastic. He touched it, trying to pull it down. After no avail, he put his hands on his hips. "This is good plastic."
There was a cracking sound, and a tv came on. On the screen was a message for Danny. "Detective, I warned you, didn't I? Now you gotta watch". Watch what?" He looked at the screen, seeing Linda tied to a chair, her legs spread wide, her body unclothed. He watched the man in black walk up to her, dragging his horse whip over her chest and under her chin.
"Hey!"
Linda looked terrified as the perp had his way with her. He humiliated her, torturing her with all sorts of gadgets.
"Hey!!" Danny yelled louder, not computing that he couldn't be heard. "Stop! No! Don't do that! She's mine!"

P.S. if anyone is more familiar with ptsd than I am (I'm not well educated in this area), please, PLEASE message me. I will not tell your name unless you say it's okay. Please help me in this area, since I have never experienced nor known anybody (that I'm aware of) who had ptsd.**