Nightmare

There was nothing to do here. I figured that out after only one hour. So far I have been stuck in this hell hole for four days. Those days have consisted of hours spent in my room with Riley, hours spent with doctors and therapists, hours of mental testing, and hours of failed attempts at blocking out ghosts. As of now I was doing the second.

Dr. Richardson, a therapist, scribbled across a sheet of paper. His handwriting forming words that I could not care less about. I was sitting in a big comfy chair. So I did not exactly mind that I was here. His eyes traveled up to stare at my relaxed form, "Now Maive, tell me about your family." I tensed as soon as those words passed his thin lips. Why should I utter a single word to this idiot?

Riley's hand moved to rest ontop of mine, which was now balled into a fist. His thumb drew light patterns on my knuckles in a comforting manner. He knew I did not want and was not going to speak of anything relating to my parents. Pain laced with the memories and prevented me from ever speaking of them.

My mother, Carey Harting Ashland, was an alcoholic and an unfaithful wife. She cheated on my father with so many men you would need three hands to count them. As for my father, he was the most amazing man you could ever meet. He had a kind and loving heart. He was a pure and honest man. The man was a perfect husband and father. He deserved so much more than what my mother gave him.

His name was Dawning Light Ashland. Unique name for a unique man. He also picked out my name, Maive Dusk Ashland. I love my name because it is different and it is so him. All of my happy memories are about him. But then, when I was 8, I was thrown into an orphanage. It was my mothers doing. She was thrown into jail after she had shot my father to death. I had no one...

She was drunk, more drunk than usual. She grew angry and began to beat me. My father got home an hour later and saw the after math. He was furious with her. I had never seen him so livid. A fight began and progressed to the point of which my mother pulled a gun that belonged to one of her "boyfriends". She shot at me at least four times before my father comprehended what was happening. Then he placed himself between me and the bullet.

We were taken to the nearest hospital. Luckily the neighbors had called the police about the fight. We were both in critical condition. Then they lost me. Somehow, I was brought back. But as I looked over, I saw my fathers eyes close and heard the deafening flat line.

Dr. Richardson's voice broke through my thoughts, "Maive, will you please tell me about your family?" My eyes shot up to glare into his. I swear daggers shot through his eyes from my intense glare. He visibly flinched and began to slightly shake. I stood and stormed out, making sure to slam the door with all my might. Riley followed close behind as I made my way to my room. Well, our room really. Once we arrived and the door was shut, his arms wrapped around me.

Emotions flooded my mind and heart, running rampant and causing chaos. Emotions that were not welcomed. Tears sprang to my eyes and began to fall. I cried into Riley's chest as he held me still. His voice met my ears, "Let it out, just let it all out. I know it hurts, sweetheart. But you are strong and brave. You have pulled through for eight long years. I will not allow you to break now. Maive, you are going to make it through all of this. Plus, you have me and I will always be here. No matter what happens."
My tears eventually ceased and I hugged Riley. He has been there for me ever since my father died. Which is when I began to see ghosts. Without Riley, I would have never made it this far.

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