The Safe Room

[l.e.g.o]

hands everywhere
cant make them go

[fading nightmare]

Scared alone, * curls up with blanket*

[troubleshooter]

You ok sweetheart? What's scaring you?

[nicole94]

*peeks in* Can I hide in here? I don't feel very safe :(

[troubleshooter]

Sure Nicole, it's fine. What's the matter?

[nicole94]

Thankyou. I just don't think I can do this anymore. Ever since tuesday the flashbacks just keep coming :( I hadn't had a flashback since around april, But now I can't stop them :(

[Starless]

*finds blankets*
*curls up*

[nicole94]

Thankyou. I just don't think I can do this anymore. Ever since tuesday the flashbacks just keep coming :( I hadn't had a flashback since around april, But now I can't stop them :(

[troubleshooter]

*hugs Nicole and Sarah* It'll be okay girls.

[Starless]

Hi Tracie
Happy birthday for the other day :)
How are you?

[troubleshooter]

Thanks. I had a nice birthday, I'm ok.

[nicole94]

Thanks....I'm tired, but I know the nightmares will be worse than the flashbacks, so I dunno what to do :(

[troubleshooter]

Would a story or anything make you feel safer?

[nicole94]

I don't know....Probably not, I just want all these silly thoughts to go away. And to be able to go to sleep and wake up once christmas is over. :( (but without having any nightmares)

[troubleshooter]

Want to tell about the nightmares?

[Starless]

I'll listen to a story
*comes a little closer*

[nicole94]

*shakes head* No thanks :( I think i've had enough of talking, I was fine before, then my therapist made me talk about it. Now i'm not so fine :(

[troubleshooter]

*snuggles you both* Shh, it's ok. All right I'll get a story.
THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
by Clement Clarke Moore
or Henry Livingston


'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;

And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!

On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,

So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,

With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a broad face and a little round belly,

That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."

[nicole94]

Oh I love that story :) It reminds me of when I was little and my mum an dad were still together and on christmas eve me, my mum, my dad, my brother and my sister would all sit in my parents bed on christmas eve and my mum would read us that story, then we would go down stairs and put out 2 carrots, a mince pie and a glass of milk for santa, then go to bed, and me, my brother and sister would all sleep in the same room and be so excited we couldnt sleep, but we finally fell asleep and woke up in the morning to see presents at the end of our bed and would shout that santa had come :)
Wow. That actually worked! Thankyou :)

[troubleshooter]

You're welcome =D I'm glad you liked it honey.