Something to Remember - trixya

Nightmare

1959:

She closed the door with barely no effort, leaving sister Mary's office. Her feet started to move somehow, by their own accord. She walked through those corridors that felt grey and cold, her feet stomping, making her feel that every footstep was louder and louder as she continued.

Her body was numb, her mind was confused, her world was crushed and it just took a second for that to happen. She just wanted to get out of here, to disappear.

She turned around the corner, heading towards her bedroom, her head hanging low. Thank god her friends weren't there. She hoped she wasn't ther-

"Katya!" Suddenly a desperate voice called her. She knew it was Trixie, she was approached by her, who seemed to be waiting for her outside of their room. Katya avoided looking at her, she was pissed, and that was a gentle way of explaining how she really felt. The Midwestern tried to stop her, grabbing her left arm.

"Leave me alone," she said with barely any energy in her voice, but Trixie didn't listen.

"Kat, listen to me...I swear it wasn't my intention to say that. I was just nervous and I couldn't stop it..." The Russian stopped on her tracks and dared to gaze at her with anger. Trixie was crying, but she didn't care at this point. She was fucked.

"Of all the things that you could have said, that's what you came up with?! Instead of making an excuse, you threw me under the fire?!" She was raising her voice, and her chest was moving so fast from her irregular breathing.

The girl with the brown eyes was shaking, and she looked a mess. "I know, I know, I'm so sorry Kat..."

"I don't need you to be sorry, thanks to all of this I'm getting expelled!" The girl in front of her had her eyes widen in surprise, it seemed that she didn't expect that.

"What?! No, Kat, no, no, no... You can't leave me!" Her voice cracked as she cried even more, almost hysterically.

"Yekaterina!" Suddenly, sister Mary appeared, her face red from anger, scaring both girls. "I told you that you should pack your stuff, you parents are coming to pick you up!"

"Yes, sister Mary," she responded with a defeated tone in her voice. Trixie's eyes were on her, she could feel her intense gaze.

As she was about to move again, the Midwestern grabbed her by the wrist. "Wait... Kat-"

"Beatrice! What are you doing? Come here, we have to talk!" The Principal demanded with her severe tone again.

She freed herself from Trixie's grip, yanking her arm away from her. "Stop calling me Kat. Don't ever talk to me again," she almost shouted at her. It was barely less than a second but when she met her eyes, her gaze said it all. Both of their hearts were breaking and she wanted her to know how it felt, how much it hurt what she did to her. Trixie Mattel you gave me heaven but you also made me taste hell.

"Beatrice!" The nun shouted this time, and the girl jumped in front of her. She headed towards her room, giving her back to her. Closing the door with force behind her: boom.

1966

A loud gasp filled the silence of the room. She felt that she was drowning, there was no air in her lungs. Katya sits up on the bed with a big shock.

It was just a dream, an ugly nightmare. She laid her hand on her chest, feeling her heart rate. That was a relief, she was in her apartment, in her bed. She wasn't eighteen anymore, she was an adult. She was twenty-five now. Thank god.