Fanfiction: Nothing Good Happens After 2 AM
3:00 in the morning, Murphy listened dully to the soft sounds of another infomercial. She was curled up on her couch, her head resting on the arm rest. She’d been there since 2:00 am, when she made her way down from the bedroom. All night the nightmare had rolled through her mind. She turned the details over and over in her mind. She had two types of nightmares, one she called “good” and the other was just “bad”. She’d had one of the bad ones tonight, when instead of saving her, Harry killed her.
The idea made her shift a little, drawing her knees closer to her chest and hiding her feet under more of the blanket. Harry would never do anything like that to her, but why did he keep doing it in her nightmares? Was there some strange symbolism attached to it? Maybe her therapist could tell her, if Murphy ever told her about them. She couldn’t bridge the gap and discus Harry with Dr. Hendricks. It was like some sort of line in Murphy’s mind, one she couldn’t cross. Wouldn’t Dr. Hendricks be pleased to learn she was still screwed up though?
Murphy had made the mistake of telling Dr. Hendricks she thought the nightmares were finally under control, that maybe they had the right pills to control them. It had been weeks since she had a nightmare, but that streak ended tonight. Now she wanted to know what kept them at bay so she could keep doing it. She wanted nothing more than to have them stop forever. At this point, months after the actual event, weeks after she learned the truth of what happened to her, she was beginning to think there was no way she could ever be rid of them.
Harry had kept them away. Tucked safely in his arms and in his apartment, she’d never had a nightmare. The “good” nightmares ended with him saving her, so maybe his presence even when she was sleeping was enough to reassure her unconscious mind? She didn’t know. She wasn’t an expert on anything having to do with the mind. There were crystals all over Harry’s place, maybe Coley was right about the crystal thing after all. She sighed and closed her eyes. Maybe it was a combination of all those things, pills, Harry and the crystals.
Harry wouldn’t appreciate it if she begged to move in so she could sleep peacefully. She could pick up from crystals of her own, but then the next time Harry came over, she’d have to explain them. Probably, Harry’s crystals were special, too. He must have magicked them in some way. She could ask him for help. It wasn’t like he didn’t know she had nightmares. She told him about them even before they were together. Would he have an answer? She was scared he wouldn’t and she’d be left once again learning to live with the damn things. Yet another personal failure to add to the list and another night on the couch, wishing she wasn’t alone with just infomercials for company.
The idea made her shift a little, drawing her knees closer to her chest and hiding her feet under more of the blanket. Harry would never do anything like that to her, but why did he keep doing it in her nightmares? Was there some strange symbolism attached to it? Maybe her therapist could tell her, if Murphy ever told her about them. She couldn’t bridge the gap and discus Harry with Dr. Hendricks. It was like some sort of line in Murphy’s mind, one she couldn’t cross. Wouldn’t Dr. Hendricks be pleased to learn she was still screwed up though?
Murphy had made the mistake of telling Dr. Hendricks she thought the nightmares were finally under control, that maybe they had the right pills to control them. It had been weeks since she had a nightmare, but that streak ended tonight. Now she wanted to know what kept them at bay so she could keep doing it. She wanted nothing more than to have them stop forever. At this point, months after the actual event, weeks after she learned the truth of what happened to her, she was beginning to think there was no way she could ever be rid of them.
Harry had kept them away. Tucked safely in his arms and in his apartment, she’d never had a nightmare. The “good” nightmares ended with him saving her, so maybe his presence even when she was sleeping was enough to reassure her unconscious mind? She didn’t know. She wasn’t an expert on anything having to do with the mind. There were crystals all over Harry’s place, maybe Coley was right about the crystal thing after all. She sighed and closed her eyes. Maybe it was a combination of all those things, pills, Harry and the crystals.
Harry wouldn’t appreciate it if she begged to move in so she could sleep peacefully. She could pick up from crystals of her own, but then the next time Harry came over, she’d have to explain them. Probably, Harry’s crystals were special, too. He must have magicked them in some way. She could ask him for help. It wasn’t like he didn’t know she had nightmares. She told him about them even before they were together. Would he have an answer? She was scared he wouldn’t and she’d be left once again learning to live with the damn things. Yet another personal failure to add to the list and another night on the couch, wishing she wasn’t alone with just infomercials for company.