The sound of my phone woke me up.
I had forgotten to silence it last night and it wouldn’t stop dinging. With each ding I could feel it vibrate in my hand. I had fallen asleep with it apparently.
I had been talking to him again. With that thought fear spread through my body like a dry stream bed flooding with dam water.
I couldn’t get away from him. He wouldn’t leave me alone.
I ignored my phone and let it ding insistently perched on top of my messy sheets. I needed to wash my face.
I realized I couldn’t get up. My legs were tied to the foot of the bed. Tied with? My heart was racing as I searched my memory for more.
I was texting. I was upset and crying. I cried myself to sleep.
That was it. So why was I restrained?
I sat up to untie my feet but I couldn’t lift my body from the bed. My hands were free. I could move but I couldn’t sit up.
I grabbed my phone.
-I am sorry for talking about your fat ass.
-I really like you but you irritate me.
-You’re a whore, prick tease.
-I am tired of fkn wit you.
-You ruined our friendship.
-Leave me alone cause your fkn crazy.
-You’re a stupid white trash bitch who treats me like shit.
-I tried to be your friend. You can just fuck off.
-I have a few surprises planned when it wears off and you get yourself untied.
-<3 because I love you ❤
*Not often I have nightmares like this one. I could definitely do without them.