Defeated (D.J.S)

Indecisive

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"Sunshine, it's me." Someone called out. It couldn't be. My dad is the only person to ever call me sunshine. He always said I could brighten his day with just a smile.

"You've grown." the voice says again, this time I can see a clearing. It's an accident site.

I can't be here. I don't want to be here.

"What happened?" Someone asks from one of the vehicles. I tremble as I slowly make my way toward the accident.

"Dad, I'm sorry, I couldn't save you." I say softly, trying to get his bleeding image out of my head.

"You're trying to forget me, aren't you?" He asks annoyed. I never realized I was trying to forget him, just maybe trying not to remember the pain.

"Your mother was right. You are self centered! You selfish brat. I knew it was your fault." He said yelling.

What? No. He can't think that. Does he think that?

My head is spinning. It hurts. I try fleeing the scene, running from my issues as always. But this time it doesn't work. I trip over something (even in nightmares I'm clumsy), making me fall as the ground beneath me gives way. I'm falling. Who knows where to, but I'm falling fast and hard. I can't stop, there is nothing to save me. I'm screaming.

"Make it stop!" The falling sensation is still there. How long will I be falling? I can't stop screaming.

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"Isabel! Isabel, please wake up!" I jolted up right, panting. Ugh. It's always the same nightmare. But can I really call it a nightmare, if it doesn't leave my mind when I'm awake?

I look around my surroundings. I'm at the end of the bed, who knows how I got there, and it's almost pitch black other than the light coming through the door.

"Isabel, are you-" I don't even give the intruder enough time to finish the sentence. I turn to where the silhouette of the individual is, punching them in the stomach. Not hard enough to break bones or anything, just hard enough to run.

I hear the intruder grunt, as I try to make a run for it. Is this still part of my nightmare? I'm so confused. The person grabs one of my wrists as I'm about to leave. I turn around trying to release their grip from my wrist. Dang, why are they so strong? I am about to scream bloody murder, when the light coming from the door hits the individuals face, I almost die from humiliation.

Their blue eyes reflecting pain. I just punched Daniel in the stomach, and he was trying to help me. What an idiot I am. As I am mentally cursing myself, hoping none of this had ever happened, I notice Daniel catching his breath. Apparently I knocked the wind outta him.

"I'm so so sorry. I'm so stupid. Are you okay?" I ask concerned, crouching down to where he was on the ground, holding his stomach.

"Y-yeah." He says, finally able to take a breath. "I think I'm good. But what the heck Isabel?!"

"I'm sorry! I thought you were like... I don't know, an intruder or something."

He laughs softly. I love his laugh. No. Stop it Isabel. "The only reason I came in here is because you were whimpering and crying. I was just making sure you were okay." He said softly.

I didn't realize I had been crying. And I certainly didn't realize that he cared enough to check on me. But crap. I woke him up.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up. I had... I had a nightmare, so I guess it messed with me more than I thought." I said avoiding eye contact.