Hey guys. So this is something I started back in like November and totally forgot about it until just recently. The chapters are really short and there's no guarantee I'm finishing it any time soon. I just wanted to type it up because I was sick of it sitting in my folder. Maybe I'll wait to post the whole thing. Not sure. Well either way, I don't own Rise of the Guardians and never will. Enjoy :P

'Breathe,' I thought as I woke gasping, a thin layer of sweat making my clothes stick to myself. Like, every night before, I wake, unable to breathe, covers thrown off myself, from a terrible nightmare. I checked the clock and sighed; two in the morning. Same as the night before. I could swear I heard deep laughter coming from the foot of my bed as a cold breeze swept through the room. I got up to close the window creating the draft, to find them both closed. "Odd," I muttered as I went back to bed. I turned on a nearby light and picked up a book.

Every night went the same; go to bed, have a horrifying nightmare, wake up, then read until my alarm went off. It was a vicious cycle and I was growing sick of it. When my mother discovered my issue she wanted to send me to therapy, but we just didn't have the means for it. So I cope and move on.

My nightmares can be bad, but most of them are really bad. They're also extremely real. Too real for my taste. Normally they're so bad I'm wide awake for the rest of the night, but tonight I feel relaxed, despite the cold I feel. For some strange reason it is really cold beside me, but it's soothing. So soothing I find myself drifting back to sleep.