[ WP ] Write a story of a person whose dreams continue a single story each night .

It started so subtly. She was crying. I was trying to comfort her. She did n't want to hear anything from me. He showed up. I tried to protect her. I cut him down. I cut him down again. He just kept coming for her. 
 
 It happened again. This time, she tried to run away from home. She stole my pickup truck. She did n't notice me in the bed. When we arrived at the dam, I tried to talk to her. She would n't listen. There he was. I choked him. 
 
 Each night, more of the same. They were trying to hide during a family get together. He was under the mattress. I pulled him out and started hitting him. Again and again. 
 
 I won. I protected her. But the nightmares did n't cease. I knew what was going on, or rather, my mind knew. It was in my subconcious. All the warning signs. I was being beaten down and broken. How could he hurt my little girl. I knew what was happening. How could nobody do anything? 
 
 I had to do something. I started to try to take control. I'd prime myself. I'd take sleeping pills and lock myself in for the night. I started an addiction. The more I medicated the harder it was to live, but I could be there for her. I could n't be there for her in life, but I would be there for her in this place. 
 
 I became faster. I became stronger. I learned how to move. I ran. I jumped. I flew. My body whistled through the forests of this landscape inside my head. I tried to adjust. Acclimate. Breathe. As my body in the real world died a little each night, I grew to control this landscape. 
 
 I learned how to bend this world. I built my own safe haven inside the dreams. I built a tower. I built an island. I made the island fly. I brought her there. I let her have anything she wanted, but she did n't want to be there with me. I did n't know what to do. I was only trying to save her. Save her from what happened. Why had n't I done anything? 
 
 Sadly, tonight is going to be my last in this world and that one. I'm sorry. I hurt you in this world and that one. I've made the same mistake twice. I had to. He has to die. I'm taking his life... for the second time. 
 
 The next night I did n't wake up. Instead, I went to sleep inside the dream. There he was, back again. There she was, crying. Again...
