Resurrection is a concept of coming back to life after death. In a number of ancient religions, a dying-and-rising God was diety which dies and resurrects. At least, that was what they all believed in real life when someone who faced trauma got resurrected to have a chance in life again.

That wasn't the case for me. In a cold hospital room, I was facing a set of hallucinations harder than before, I would wake up in cold sweat crying out for my dad and a terrified boyfriend, who stood his ground when his parents told him to come back with them. He refused, saying that he was staying with me and there was no use of him sleeping in his room with the anxiety of something bad happening to me again.

It was a sleepless night for me and it started at eleven pm, I thrashed wildly until my boyfriend woke up and told me that everything would be fine, that those hallucinations were caused by traumatic events. True to his word, he stayed with me after he woke up from his sleep. Even with my hard hallucinations of dad being shot in front of me played out in front of my hospital bed like a movie, I was aching for a medicine because the aftermath of these hallucinations left me exasperated.

"Everything will be alright, princess," Levy said again after another hallucination. My body demanded sleep but my head was fatigued with these haunting dreams that preyed upon me.

Levy hated watching me thrash as I helplessly cried out and nurses would ask to see if I was better, he was concerned for me but he struggled with me as he sat me on his lap and gave me kisses all over my face. He assisted me to the bathroom and watched me puke the sandwich I was forced to eat earlier.

It was like my body grieved for my dad so I knew that I was not going to sleep the entire night. Instead, I laid on Levy's chest as he told me the updates he got from the police about my dad and mom's death, how it was self-defence and mom had a history that stated that she was having a major borderline disorder before giving birth to me.

Levy was sure to hide his gun away from the police as they didn't suspect anything from his side. Mr. Clay even helped him prove it as he told the police that he was a witness and that he saw my mom 'kill herself' after she killed dad.

Truthfully, after what Mr. Clay said about how mom's strict family believed that Mr. Clay was a bad forbidden soul who lived in a demonic lifestyle and they rejected him, her brother tried to kill him for dating my mom and influencing her, in his opinion, he was never really into my mom that much after he met Christina in his company, working as a manager of the development team for his construction company.

Levy tried everything to get me to sleep, he tried to sing me a lullaby and tried to tell me his childhood stories back in Columbia and tried to make me feel bored but nothing worked, it was like my body was afraid to sleep.

"Baby, I think you need therapy sessions for you to stop the hallucinations, not that I think that you're crazy," he laughed nervously as he watched me for my reaction, "but it would help you sleep like it helped me," he concluded as he kissed the back of my hand.

"I don't need anything as long as you stay with me and help me with my insomnia," I confessed breathlessly as his eyes darkened and he hovered over me, making sure he didn't crush my ankle. He held my face in his palms as the intensity of his eyes speeded up into mine,"I promise, Lia Maxwell, that I will forever stay with you. You are it for me, baby," his lips met mine and like an antidote of depression, I kissed him back like a craving.

We pulled away to breathe and went back for more as he deepened the kiss and I poured my sad emotions into it to make me forget about what happened before. I needed that release as he bit my lip and I got hungry for more as my arms wrapped around his neck and pushed his lips closer to mine.

"God, how I love you," he murmured against my lips as he claimed me again, "I love you too," sometimes, I needed an escape because how intense these past events were, my dad was forever going to be in my heart and on my mind. I just knew that he wanted my happiness more than his, he was a kind, brave soul.

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The next morning, I still stared at my sleeping boyfriend. He slept at five am and I didn't, I couldn't hold it against him for wanting to be with me until he slept unintentionally. I was going to laugh when he promised me that he wouldn't sleep until I slept but that promise wasn't for long when I was talking to him with my head over his chest when I heard his chest heaving up and down and his heartbeat, my favorite melody.

At least one of us went to sleep. I admitted internally as my damp eyes looked at his freckles dotted across his nose and his full swollen lips from our heavy make out yesterday.

I felt remorse for making him stay up with me until he couldn't but I realized that he could help me with my hallucinations, he could help me stay awake.

Fear crept up to me when he suggested for me to apply for therapy sessions because it made me feel like I had a serious problem with myself, it made me feel the heavy reality of the ruinations of my life. I didn't want to go to therapy at all.