My girlfriend talks in her sleep. She's been saying the most horrible things recently...

I’ve been with my girlfriend for three years now and we just moved in together this past summer. <br><br>When we first started dating, you could see the effort she put into our relationship and the things she’d do to make me smile. Whether it was dancing through the kitchen with wine glasses or surprising me with flowers, she always knew how to show me how much she cared. <br><br>Over time though, I’ve started to notice a decline in effort. <br><br>Not to say she’s stopped trying all together but little things I used to appreciate started coming in drips rather than the steady flow they were in the beginning. <br><br>It could be that I’ve just grown dumber with love, but something about hearing her whisper my name in the dead of night after a busy day at work still gets me every time. <br><br>It was during one of those nights where she was whispering my name that it all started. <br><br>We were in bed and fast asleep when I woke up to her saying my name. Groggily, I tried to make out what she was saying but it sounded like gibberish. <br><br>“Babe, what was that?” <br><br>I asked half-jokingly, not really thinking she’d respond. <br><br>“Nothing, I just wanted to know if you’re still here with me.” <br><br>I smiled and kissed her forehead. <br><br>“Of course, I am.” <br><br>“Good.” She replied before turning over and going back to sleep. <br><br>After that, it continued. Some nights, she just talks about random stuff. Work, school, what she wants to eat or how much she misses her parents. Nothing really out of the ordinary. <br><br>It wasn’t until last week that things took a turn for the worse. <br><br>I work freelance and because of that, I can set my own schedule. <br><br>Which more often than not, results in me staying up late working or watching TV when the house is quiet. <br><br>My girlfriend on the other hand is required to be at work at 7:00 A.M. every day except Saturday and Sunday. <br><br>So more often than not, I’m alone on the couch after 10:00 P.M. <br><br>It was on one of those lonely nights that I heard her scream. <br><br>At first, I thought it was just a dream but then I heard her whisper tearfully, “Please don’t hurt me.” <br><br>I rushed into the room and turned on the light. <br><br>“Hey, you okay?” I asked, sitting on the bed and rubbing her arm. <br><br>She looked up at me with tears in her eyes and shook her head. <br><br>“I had a bad dream... I’m sorry if I scared you.” <br><br>“It’s okay.” I assured her. “Just goes to show how much you love me if you’re willing to scream for me even in your sleep.” <br><br>I smirked. <br><br>She forced a smile and sat up in bed. <br><br>“Better safe than sorry.” She said. <br><br>I laughed and we talked for a couple of minutes before I went back out to the living room. <br><br>Then it started happening almost every night. <br><br>To the point where I just expected to hear her cry out in the middle of the night. <br><br>Sometimes it was short and abrupt. Other times it went on for what felt like hours. <br><br>I stopped sleeping in the spare room just so I could be there to comfort her when it happened. <br><br>I even tried to get her to talk about it but she just insisted it was part of a nightmare she couldn’t remember and left it at that. <br><br>Fast forward to last night. <br><br>I had just fallen asleep when I heard her say, “five... four... three... two...”<br><br>“What the hell are you counting for?” I groggily mumbled. <br><br>“Shut up.” She shot back venomously. <br><br>“I said shut up.” <br><br>I let out a frustrated sigh and turned over. <br><br>“Asshole.” I heard her whisper. <br><br>“Watch it.” I snapped, sitting up and glaring at her. <br><br>“I’m gonna watch you die.” She replied. <br><br>My face contorted in anger. <br><br>“Fuck you.” I said before getting out of bed and walking to the spare room. <br><br>The door shut just in time for me to hear her yell, “Don’t leave! You haven’t seen it!” <br><br>I shook my head and laughed. <br><br>Was this bitch for real? <br><br>The best part of it all was when she had the nerve to text me at 7:00 A.M. this morning asking if I could pick her up from work at 4:00 P.M. <br><br>Hell, I guess some people just don’t care who they push away when they start talking in their sleep.