Erik was sleeping when he felt something underneath his legs. He felt a hard yet somewhat warm surface against him. Turning in the manâ€™s arms and snuggled in close to it. His face looked relaxed as his head nuzzled the warmth. His body snuggled in as close as possible. His breathing even. For now unhaunted by the nightmares that were the reason why he had developed insomnia. He was happily sleeping...it wouldnâ€™t last. The dreamless sleep never lasted. He usually went a week at minimum but he had gone months before withouut sleeping more than a couple hours. His breathing stayed even as he curled up as best he could into his own warmth. His body remained leaning against the door. His eyes never once even moved. He was out like a light.<br/><br/>His extreme warmth was already drying his clothes. It was already drying his skin. It was already drying his hair. He was dry by the time they arrived at the manâ€™s house. Only damp in places. Again when he was carried her snuggled into the warmth in his sleep. A peaceful loook remaining on his face. A couple hours later the peacefulness of his sleep began to fade away. First the emptiness was replaced with laughing and dancing shadows. Then the scenes began to take solid shape. The nightmares were starting. The dark voice cracked through the silence like a daggerish whip.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~It was just before his fourth birthday. He had thought that maybe they had learned to accept him. Everything had been peaceful. He should have known that it was too peaceful. He should have know that it wouldnâ€™t last. Yet...he wanted for it to. The first thing he heard was his parents yelling at each other. He snuck downstairs to see what was going on. He made the mistake of stepping on the creaking board. Their anger at each other turned towards him. He tried to run up the stairs but was grabbed back by his at that time shoulder length hair. Screams of pain left hfis lips as he was dragged into the kitchen and slammed into the floor. The woman started shrieking at him. â€œYou stupid brat?! DOnâ€™t you have any fucking brain power?! All you are is an idiotic little brat. You are a monster in disguise of a human child! You hear me?! You are a monster! You are an abomination! You arenâ€™t human! Worthless piece of shit! I hate you!â€<br/><br/>He whimpered. â€œI am not a monster! I am not a monster! It isnâ€™t my fault!â€~</span><br/><br/>Outide the memory he began to whimper and protest. â€œI am not...a monster... I am not...am monster... It isnâ€™t...my fault...not my fault...â€ The words coming out like soft protests in the real world. His head lurched to the side at the same time in the dream...<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~His father jerked him up by his hair and let go of him. Backhanding him so hard his body lurched and flew to the side and landed with a thud. â€œI didnâ€™t do anything...AH!â€ His father kicked him in the ribs repeatedly. His mother telling him he was a disrespectful rat. His father went to the cabinet and crabbed a pair of nutcrackers. Telling him he was going to teach him to backtalk.~</span><br/><br/>In reality he was tossing and turning. â€œAH!!!!â€ He was still trapped in the memory.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~His father shoved him onto his stomach and twisted and arm behind his back. Holding the wrist at an unnatural angle. â€œSo...you want to be disobedient and fucking argue?! Iâ€™ll show you what happens to children who are that way!!!â€ He took the nutcracker and put it over the bones of his pinky. He began to squeeze it over and over again. â€œOW! DADDY! STOP! OW! THAT! OW! HURTS! OWWWWWWWWW! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!â€ He screamed in pain as one by one his father broke each joint in his finger before moving to the next one. â€œPlease stop! Iâ€™ll be good! Iâ€™ll be good! Donâ€™t hurt my hand anymore! Stop! PLEAAAAAAAAAAAASE!â€~</span><br/><br/>In reality he started screaming like someone was torturing him. â€œStop! Ow!â€ He cried out. Screaming in pain as his fingers jerked like someone was breaking them apart. Please stop! Iâ€™ll be good! Iâ€™ll be good! Donâ€™t hurt my hand anymore! Stop! PLEAAAAAAAAAAAASE!â€ He screamed out wordlessly. Crying as if reliving the pain. His body jerked and moving as if someone was beating him up. He thrashed around but his screams became wordless. Just screams of pain and fear. The pillow ended up falling off the bed some. He whimpeed and let out begging sounds and cries of pain.