Rehabilitation

Chapter 24; "The good life"

I was in that dark room. My vision was blurry, at the same time, clear.

"Hello?" I forced my voice out. II didn't even hear myself.

I stood still... Turning my head in all directions. But....how did i get here?

The sound of a door opened and a white light emitted into the room, illuminating it. I spun my head towards the direction. Two figures appeared, slowly approaching me. They weren't walking...they were....hovering. Flying, even.

Their bodies looked familiar.

As they drew by, their faces became too familiar.

"Mum? Dad?" I forced my jaw open...but it didn't open. My lips felt like they were sewn together in a tight line.

The all too familiar features that belonged to my parents grinned at me, their pearly whites on full display. As i stepped forward, they hovered back keeping the same distance.

"Whats going on?" ...

I looked at them...no emotion showing.

"Nadine." A soft voice spoke...but from where?

"Come on..."

Come where?

The whole room suddenly vanished, everything imploded, combusting into a cloud of dust and vanishing into thin air.

My eyes flew open in alarm.

My human vision of Bobbie and Willow triumphantly took over.

"You were screaming all night. What happened?"

I sat up and looked around at the other girls, sat up in their beds watching me drowsily. I woke everyone up.

"Did you have a bad dream?"

Tears filled my eyes immediately.

"Hey hey hey..." And Willow hugged me. Everyone gathered around my bed consoling me.

I saw my parents...again...

"What was it about?"

I heard the door open.

"Is she okay?"

Jaden made his way over.

"Baby, what's up?" Bobbie moved out of the way so Jaden sat next to me, rubbing my back slowly. I shook my head, hiding my face as a result of the downpour of tears.

"You wanna tell me about it?" He bent down and cocked his head to the side.

"I dont know." I murmured.

"Come....come with me."

Peeling my hands apart from my face, he picked me up bridal style. As i clung onto hes neck, he looked at me...worry and concern filling his eyes.

He walked out of the room and took me to the front room, settling me onto the sofa.

"Talk to me..." His voice was soft and sweet. I shrugged at him as he turned to face me.

"Dont cry. It breaks my heart when you cry." He brushed a finger against my cheek, so a tear drooped on his finger.

"Was the dream about your parents?"

I nodded.

"Tell me. I wanna know." His arm was wrapped around me.

"They were there... and i wanted to ... hug them ... and they flew away" i muttered between sniffles.