I was back with Thoughts, in that darkness, with a single flickering light bulb. I sighed in frustration. This was never going to stop, was it? I couldn't not sleep. I needed to sleep.
"Well, well, who do we have here?" Thoughts asked in his disgusting voice.
I rolled my eyes in annoyance.
"Thoughts, this is getting old. You have to stop dragging me here everytime I sleep. I need to sleep at least once without visiting you. My thoughts are bad enough with you controlling them and do you have to do this as well?"
"Oh yes, my dear," I cringed when he called me dear. "How can i pass up a chance of meeting you?"

"So I was thinking, how about we have some fun. You seem to have developed an attitude which is not very pleasing."
"Please don't, Thoughts," I begged.

He grinned sadistically as he flicked out a knife. A very long knife, glistening in the dark. It was so sharp. He waved it around making it catch the light. He walked towards me slowly. Each step echoed loudly. The sound filled my head. I scrambled backwards. My  breathing was hoarse. That's it, I was going  to die. My back slammed against the wall. I could not move backwards. I wished the wall would swallow me. He came closer till his face was centimetres away from mine. He dragged the knife along my cheek towards my neck leaving a trail of blood from the scar.

I shut my eyes in pain. It burned a lot. I could only focus on the stinging pain.
"Oh honey, I won't kill you, not yet, we still have to have a lot of fun. And we will, in the few days to come." He whispered softly. I closed my eyes.  Tears streaming down my cheeks. I wanted this to stop. I wanted to escape from this horrible nightmare. Not only the one I was having now but also what I was going through when I was awake.