We were kids playing in a sandbox. Normal. Sheltered from the horrors of the world. We were happy. How was I suppose to know what he was, is.. How was I suppose to know our future that laid in front of us. Little did I know that my future would change forever, and so would he.

    Red eyes stare at me from the darkness. My body is weak to it's poweras it gets

 closer to me. My voice trembles as I ask, "What do you want?" I could barely hear

 myself so I was shocked when it replied, "You know what I want Trinity, you know

who I am." How does it know my name? Why does it say I know who he is,

 almost like he is human. "You can feel me, creeping over your body." "I don't want

 to feel this," gasping I fell to my knees feeling terrified and at the same time I didnt

 want him to stop making me feel so.... no what am I thinking, "please stop." "You

 don't want me to. You want me to make you feel alive, wild almost. You want me to

 help you remember." His voice like a husky whisper echoed through my mind as he

 made his way around me. I want to see him, but im afraid to look up. Almost as if his

 power is keeping me from looking to see his true face. I could feel the sweat trinkle

 down my cheek mixing with the tears that started to fall. Worst of all I could feel

 him breathing in my ear as he whispered, "Don't fight it, give in to me." With that

 my clothes were taking from my body as if I were just wrapped in a paper towel, and

 all of a sudden I rolled over. "No! Please Stop!"

    "Trintity! Wake up baby." My eyes shot open as I looked around my surroundings.

 It was just a nightmare. "You really need to see a doctor about these nightmares

 Trinity. I mean really babe you are drenched in sweat, if this keeps on we're gonna

 have to put buckets under the bed." (sigh) "Shut up Adam your very funny." Adam

 with his blue eyes and blonde hair has been dealing with these night terrors of mine

 for 4 years in our little one bedroom one bath apartment, has a way of always

 making me laugh when I wake up from these dreams, but this one was so bad I

 couldn't even laugh. This one I defenintly did not like the way it made me feel, yet I

 yearned for it which make me not like it even more. "They are getting worse arn't

 they." Nodding I replied, "I need drugs or something. Something to help me not

 dream just sleep." "I don't know about drugs but Im sure there is something I can

 do to help you sleep," Adam said sheepisly smiling. "And what is that." I could see

 him thinking about what he was about to say carefully, "I know you don't like

 talking about your dreams Trinity, but maybe if you talked to me about them It will

 make you feel a little less stressed. Hell maybe I can even help." It not like I haven't

 thought about telling him about my dreams, its just, "I don't know how."