A/N: This, this is what happens when I'm left alone to my thoughts.
"You're not real...you're not real."
"Oh, on the contrary..."
"Get away from me!"
"Why are you screaming? I haven't even hurt you yet..."
"Geez!" Claire jerked, the top of her head hitting Randy's chin. "Sorry." She clung to the arms wrapped around her middle.
"We're not gonna get through this, are we?" Randy breathed against her temple. "I figured as much. Get some sleep, I'll make french toast in the morning." He kissed her cheek before settling back on the pillows. She laid on her back, but her eyes were wide open.
"Claire...are you still awake?" Randy was already half asleep.
"Yes." She said. Randy rolled over on his side to look at her.
"It was just a movie, it wasn't real."
"But it felt real." Claire's doe eyes glistened from the moonlight flooding the room. Randy sighed and shook his head.
"Look, bad things can only get to you when you're alone, right?"
"Well I'm here. I'm not about to let anything happen to you, ok?"
"Ok." She turned to her side and slowly dozed off.
Claire walked down the hall, she could barely see, but none of the lights would turn on. Thunder lightly rumbled and raindrops began patting the roof. The floorboard creaked underneath her as she walked gingerly, careful not to bump into something.
"Ah!" She yelped when a hard thunder boom shook the house and a portrait fell off the table in front of her. Lightning lit up the hallway, just long enough to see the glass had broken over Randy's face. A thump came from downstairs.
"Randy? That you?" She asked as she tiptoed down the stairs.
"Randy?" Still no answer.
"Shouldn't you be in bed?"
"Jesus! Randy what are you doing down here?" Claire really couldn't see his face, but something about his presence, it seemed, off.
"I live here, don't I?" He mumbled.
"You should come to bed, it's late." She took him by the hand to go upstairs, but he tugged her back, pulling her into a hug.
"You smell good." He murmured. His grasp tightened on her, almost suffocating. She pulled out of his embrace, not without a struggle.
"You're scaring me." She slowly backed away from him.
"I should."A flash of lightning exposed the blank, seething expression on his face. Whatever it was that was in Randy that made him who he was...just not there. Only hesitating a second, Claire dashed for a way out, but Randy knocked her to the ground. He went to pull her up by her hair, but she swung an elbow back and connected. She ran down the hall, throwing herself into the closet.
"Haha, you wanna play, hmm?" Randy laughed to himself, wiping a little blood from his mouth. He treaded down the hall, knocking things down on the way.
"One, two, guess who's comin' for you?" He teased as he walked up to the closet door. Claire kept her hands tightly cusped over her mouth. Randy snickered as he flung the door open. Claire stared up and him, pressing herself against the back wall.
"Don't cry, baby. This won't hurt a bit."
"Oh!" Claire sat up and waited to catch her breath. Her skin was cold to the touch, but she was soaked in sweat. She yanked the covers away from her and touched her stomach, nothing. "It was just a dream." She quietly chuckled. The sun slowly brightened the room, the sound of birds noising outside the window was like music to her ears. She walked to the bathroom and splashed cool water on her face. Blindly feeling for a towel, she patted her face dry. She looked up in the mirror, to see Randy standing behind her.
"Have a nice sleep?"
Dream, dream, dream, dream
When I feel blue in the night
And I need you to hold me tight
Whenever I want you, all I have to do is