Nightmare
Title: Nightmare
Pairing: Santana Lopez/Brittany Pierce
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: No, I don't own Glee.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: I feel it watching me.
A/N: My take on Brittany's alien abduction comment. Do you know that most of alien abduction claims are by people with sleep paralysis?
I wake up again in the middle of the night.
My brain, it tells the rest of me to move.
I can’t.
I can’t.
I feel it watching me.
I’m trapped.
It’s always watching me.
I tell Santana about it.
I tell her about the alien abductions, the paralysis, the earthquakes, the voices.
I don’t want her to worry about me.
She always worries.
But I’m scared.
So, so, scared.
I need her.
Her eyebrows furrow. Her eyes turn darker. Her lips curl into a frown.
Brittbritt, when did this start happening?
I sigh. I’ve been hiding it for so long.
Since I was twelve, San.
Her eyes widen, and I feel so sad for her, because she always worries.
She always worries about me.
Why didn’t you tell me Britt? That-that sounds terrible.
My eyes water.
It was. I didn’t want you to worry.
She kisses me on the nose, and I feel a bit better.
I always do.
I don’t like it when you to keep stuff like this from me. I don’t like it when I worry either, but I hate it when you’re like this and I can’t help.
I nod.
A tear rolls down my cheek.
It’s been terrible, going through this alone.
Why did I never notice when I sleep with you?
I’m never scared when you’re there, San.
I wake up again, but it doesn’t bother me.
I still can’t move, but Santana’s next to me.
She told me that I probably had sleep paralysis, and she told me that I had to tell mom and dad.
I did.
They’re still trying to figure out what to do, but in the meanwhile, I’m sleeping with San.
The devil on my back is still there.
It’s still watching me.
But Santana’s by my side, wrapped in my arms.
She snuggles closer, her heart nearer mine.