𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋| 𝐃.𝐌

Your more of a whore than me

Y/N ROWEN POV

My soul was drifting further and further away from my body, I wasn't dying it felt like someone or something was taking it hostage for a while. Midnight ashes and cloud clogged my vision and lungs with echos of snake hisses faintly surrounding me while I was stuck to the floor in paralysis.

A chilling voice called out my name several times, the reproduction of the sound hovering over my figure. There was no clear body to the spirit, but it still seemed to have power as it was crushing down on my chest.

Sun, colour even Felicity rushed back into my skin acting as oxygen, I sat straight up, eyes darting open clinging onto the bed frame coated in sweat.

"Dakota shes awake!" I shot my head in the direction of briar who, was practically sprinting   Over to me.

She took notice of my ridged state immediately sitting on the bed with me embracing me into her arms holding my head on her chest "it's ok baby safe." Dakota also seated herself on the bed holding my hand.

"W-what h-happened." My breathing was erotic.

"We will tell you everything when your more calm." Dakota told me in a soft tone "How are you feeling?"

I couldn't tell them about that dream, they would just bombard me with other questions that would just hurt my head. Not that I didn't appreciate them helping, it's that silence would be the best thing right now.

"I'm ok." I lied.

"Do you want to get ready, it's only nine am." Briar said, pulling me out of the hug just a little bit.

"I'll get ready but I'm not going to any classes I don't have the energy." It was true, that dream was like it was taking my life away.

"will leave you to it, do you want us to bring you anything for breakfast?" Dakota offered.

"I'm not Hungry, thanks anyway."

"Hope your feeling more like yourself later!" Briar stated before closing the door behind her leaving with Dakota.

I carefully dragged my feet out of bed landing my feet to the ground as soon as they landed it was as if all life was gushing into me again.

Walking over to the bathroom, the first thing I did was look in the mirror I gasped in what I saw.

I had a black puffy eye stained in a bit of blood and the blemishing on my neck had flared up again. perceiving myself as disgusting, I decided to fix it by showering and accidentally getting dressed, my attire shielded my scars because I was wearing a high turtle neck covering them.

Adding a green skirt and chucking my hair into a bun, I hid my damaged eye with a too familiar spell lastly plodding back on to my bed  reading a book it was called,