I was lying in my bed, listening to the pitter patter of rain hitting the windows.

I was off in space, my head swirling with memories of the hurricane. I was tightly holding my blanket, and my breathing becoming uneven.

"ALEX!"

A voice echoes in my ears, and bounces all around. Who is talking? I wonder.

"TAKE MY HAND!"

I turn my head toward the window, as if the voice is coming from there. Who is speaking to me?

A boom of thunder vibrates the house. I hold the blanket even tighter, and my breaths are all over. The immense pounding in my head was just awful. I couldn't control the rushing flashbacks.

"Your ok honey, just breathe."

I inhale, and exhale. Hold in for 5 secs,  let out for 5 secs.

"Don't slip into the water, hold onto me best you can."

I cling onto my mattress, as if i would fall any second.

The rain gets harder, and the memories and flashbacks become intense.

Like im reliving them...

Water is everywhere, what do i do?

A rush of volient wind blows over. Tree's break of branches, object's fly.

I lay here clinging onto something. I can't open my eyes. It's like there glued shut.

Rushing water washes over me, and the bursting cold wind makes it worse. Im shivering and i wanna go home...

But home is gone.

I find myself still clinging on for dear life, and tears are wetting my face. My nose is all stuffy, headache is worse, and it feels like im dying.

The rain is full steam ahead, downpour and thunder fills the once silent night with loud unbearable noise.

"Just hold on."

"Im trying..."

"I love you son,"

"Love you to.."

I don't know who is talking, or why im responding. It must be some flashback were someone is talking to me. I don't know, nor do i have a grasp of what is really happening.

Im slipping in and out of panic mode. My blanket is all wrapped around me, and my sheets are off and twisted.

The water rises, as i take a breath, knowing it'll go over me. I shut my eyes even tighter, and then cold water flows onto me.

I can't see, breathe, or move.

Im just floating, aimlessly and pretend. Like im in space.

Everything is cold and black.

Where did the voice go?

I hear footsteps coming to my room.

"Are you alright Alex?" A masculine voice says, tired yet worried sounding.

My mouth is dry, and i can't seem to form the right words to say. I silently cry, still holding onto the mattress.

They walk on over the the bed, and put a hand on my back.

"Your shaking man, are you ok?" The voice asks again, and i don't respond.

Instead, i use what little energy i have and give a slight nod, which meant no.

"Permission to hug you?"

I nod.

"Wonderful." He says, and i can just hear a smile on his face.

He wraps his arms around me, and i melt into them. I feel safe...

"Don't worry, everything will be alright. I've got you love."

"You'll make it through the midnight storm."