Her dreams were as violent as they usually were, to start.
Michael trying to bust down her door with his bare hands.
Aleth ripping a chunk of hair out of her scalp from how tight his grasp was as he held her head under the surface of the water of a deep barrel.
Jae and Wyl coming after her.
She woke up between each micro-nightmare, and eventually got herself put back to sleep again, somehow more exhausted each time than the time before.
This dream felt different.
Just as threatening as the others. But... almost real? She wouldn't have been able to describe it had she tried.
She was in her farmhouse back home, but something was very wrong. The outsides were dark and gloomy and stormy and so cold -- way colder than it ever actually got in the South.
She couldn't find Papa anywhere.
She checked the barn and felt like she had eyes on her, but she couldn't see anyone. Anything. Not even the chickens. It was like she'd stepped into a timeline where every last living creature had died and been buried.
She checked the house but he wasn't there, either.
Ky wandered back onto the porch, feeling very small and very sad. And afraid. She was completely alone in this world. Completely.
Gender:
Points: 2806
Reviews: 935