Save Me (Adam Lambert)

Chapter 11 - In Nirvana Stay

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Chapter 11:

I jolt awake, my body riddled with sweat. Another dream taking my sleep away. My breathing is fast paced, a pant like breath coming out in hard doses.

I look next to me, seeing the red lights of my alarm clock. It's only 4:32am, yet I am more awake than ever. Darkness is around me, plunging me into the shadows. I hear my name being called by someone. It sounds like they are standing in the door frame, and I know exactly who it is. And it scares me to no end.

"Please, Daniel, don't hurt me." I whimper, all of the bad memories coming back to me.

He walks over and sits down on my bed. I bring my knees to my chest, and wait for his disgusting hands to climb all over my body.

A broken sob escapes my lips as I close my eyes, never taking a glance at the vile monster who has taken my innocence. Wasn't raping me enough for him?!

The tears continue to escape my closed eyes, slipping through as I allow the flood to be released.

"P-please." I beg. Maybe he'll stop this time. Maybe he won't hurt me too bad if I beg enough, or if I go along with what he says.

"I'll never hurt you." Two arms wrap around my waist, and I'm pulled against a strong chest.

Breathing in his scent, I know that I was wrong. I know that the person holding me will never hurt me. Though it's hard to believe, since every guy I have ever known always hurts me in the end.

"I'd never hurt you." He whispers.

I only just realise how comfortable he is. His back is against the headboard of my bed, his legs either side of me. My back is against his warm but strong chest, my arms on top of the ones around my waist.

"I know." I say back, my voice almost a whisper. He kisses the top of my head.

"I heard you screaming. Are you okay?" He asks, his voice laced with worry.

"Just a nightmare, that's all." I don't want him to worry. He should be getting as much sleep as he can. He has an interview tomorrow, okay technically today.

"The one you've been having every night this past week?" His arms tighten around my waist, but not suffocatingly. I nod my head and lean against his chest.

"I used to have it every night, but last week was the first time it started again in 4 months." I don't know why, but I just can't seem to talk at the normal volume that other people do.

"I'm glad that you feel safer now. If we were like this a couple days ago, you would have a panic attack. It's good to be able to hold you like other parents do." How I wish that was true.

"I never let my mum hold me. When the molesting started, I would always find a way to not hug her and even have her near me. It wasn't because I blamed her, it's just...I was scared of anyone touching me. For so long I suffered from the delusion that everyone who ever laid a hand on me, would hurt me. I still do, in a way. I need to be normal though. It was just a stupid little event I went through. Others go through a lot worse."

"Being molested, being raped...is not stupid. You are one of the bravest people in the world, because you kept going. You didn't let it affect you. Your life is different because of it, but it will only make you stronger. I swear, for as long as I live, I will never let anyone lay a harmful hand on you." His words are strong, and I know he means them. So why don't I believe them yet?