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TW: Censored swearing, gore, nightmares...?

↳ MATTHEW

A black room. Then a flash of white dashed past him. He turned, bewildered, trying to chase the circling white. He turned in circles, faster and faster as the white increased its speed, until he finally stumbled, tripping over his own feet. His face met the ground. 

He groaned as he shakily got to his feet. A scream echoed through the room, coming from behind him. He turned. There was nothing. Then, a crackly sound appeared, as if a radio was turning on. 'M-ks-i-da-' Intelligible sounds were heard. A wall turned white, and images started to play.

Him, drawing. Him, looking back at his picture. Him, scared and crying in the car. Him... 

Matthew jolted awake, gasping and shaking. He was sweating, and his heart was again thumping against his chest. 'Why did I decide to sleep...f*cking nightmares...' thought Matthew. He sat in his own bed.

The nightmare was so bizarre, though. What did it mean? Matthew didn't want to think about it, especially the last image. All of the images before were things that had happened, and it certainly wasn't Matthew's first time having nightmares about those, but the last one...

Matthew raised a hand to his chest, as if the thumping of his heart wasn't enough to confirm he was very much alive, and afraid. 

Him, bleeding and dying.

'Sh*t...' Matthew didn't want to go back to sleep. Yet, he didn't want to go out of bed. Suddenly, he was like a small child, scared of everything around him, scared of the monsters in his closet, under his bed, outside his bedroom door... He shivered, feeling unsafe.

'Calm down. Calm down. It's nothing, it's just a nightmare.' Matthew repeated it over and over again in his mind.

The door slammed open, all of a sudden. Matthew screamed, pulling the blankets to his chest. 

"It's just the wind. It's just the wind!" Matthew said it aloud, his voice sounding strangely strangled. However, as he remembered, he'd closed his window.

He forced himself to take a deep breath. Closing his eyes, he shut out the outside world and focused on his own breathing. 

He didn't understand why he felt so irrationally scared. It wasn't like that couldn't be explained by science: maybe the outside gusts blew it open; maybe his dog pushed it open- okay, he didn't have a dog- but still. 

Of course, the thing that had happened with the ghost and his window was bound to make him scared and jittery. He clearly remembered, after the ghost disappeared, Matthew was numb with shock and fear, and all he could do was lay down on his bed because he couldn't stand with shaking legs.

He'd fallen asleep very quickly, which was surprising.

Matthew opened his eyes. He felt better, more calmer. He decided to get out of bed and maybe make some tea. Something to take his mind off his 'fears'. He got out of bed, and subconsciously, he slammed his hand on the light switch as he walked through the door frame.

Matthew turned on the light in the hallway as he made his way to the kitchen. He turned on the living room lights, as well as the lights in the kitchen. He didn't realize he was doing this, but somehow, with the lights on, he felt safer. 

He held a cup of tea in his hand as he sipped. Even though the tea was warm, it seemed unable to fill up a space in his heart. Matthew had distanced himself from everyone because he was too focused on finding out what killed his parents. He had basically no friends, no contact, no company.

Usually, he wouldn't care. He would watch some TV, do some research, and he would feel less lonely as he laughed along with the characters. As if someone was really there, next to him. 

But tonight, he felt extremely lonely. 

'I wish I had friends.' thought Matthew bitterly, and he laughed sourly, 'What an embarrassing thought...' 

He made his way back to his room, leaving the lights on. He reached his room and stopped suddenly.

The light was off.

'How... I-I remember-' Matthew took a step backward. The panicked feeling was rushing over him again, he clearly remembered he opened the light. And no one was in the house, other than him. 

Matthew didn't even try to explain it to himself. He backed away quickly and back into his living room, where he collapsed on the couch, shaking. 'F*ck, f*ck.' Matthew's heart was pounding. He forced himself to not look at the hallway, somehow afraid that some ghost would come floating out of it. 

All of a sudden, the lights in his living room went out. Matthew screamed an undignified yell, and scrambled backwards at the couch, like that night when his parents died.

A hiss reverberated through the living room, and the air seemed to get colder. Matthew closed his eyes, hugging himself, hoping this was all a hallucination, a dream. It was getting frighteningly similar to that night, as if he was getting deja vu.

Matthew felt something grasp his arms. He tried to move them but found them paralyzed.

Matthew shut his eyes even tighter, afraid to face what was in front of him. He murmured silently, pleading,"Please..."

But the ghost didn't listen to his pleads.

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↳A/N

-When I tell you I have no idea where this is going

-I'm literally making this up as I write, idk how this ends haha

-Oh this chapter sucks even more

- anyways I think I'll mourn alone for the wasted potential

-Word count: 907