Chapter 162
- HAZEL -
My body jumps up with a scream. I’m panting hard and breathing heavily while having the worst mental breakdown I’ve ever experienced and I’m voicing it out loud with wails.
“What? What’s wrong?!” Killian sits up. He’s by my side, putting an arm around me but I can’t hold myself. I burst out crying, unable to mumble the right words. My tears couldn’t let me. It’s one thing to be forced into silence through violence but it’s another thing to dream and see myself dying in the process. What’s more horrifying about the dream is the possibility of something like that happening.
“I. . . .,” I try to speak amidst crying. “I had a bad dream.” I broke out again. My hands sink into my hair, roughening it as I try to get the image of my battered face out of my head. There was so much blood. . . My blood. I think I’m going crazy. “In my dream I died!” I sob. “Brutally and I don’t want to-“ Just then, warm arms envelop my body, pulling me into an embrace.
“Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.” Killian cooes, running a hand down my back from the back of my head, trying to calm me down. “It was a nightmare. It’s not real. It’ll never be real cause I won’t ever let anything bad happen to you while I live. You’re going to be okay.” I haven’t stopped crying but my wailing is lessening to subtle subs. He’s rocking my body on his while threading his hand through my hair down to pat me back. “It was a dream. It’ll never be real. You’re going to be okay. Everything will be okay. I’m here.” Killian whispers. Hearing the repetition in his words gave me a weird yet satisfying sense of relaxation. It helped me mutter them in my head till it became something to accept.
It was just a dream.
Was it though? My conscience questions.