G I A N N A
I screamed from laughter as I was running as fast as my feet could take me, trying to outrun Elio's grip. I wasn't very successful as he tackled me to the ground, tickling me senseless. "Stop it, stop it." I cried, both of us now laughing our heads off. He settled on top of me, mounting me, pinning my arms above my head now smiling as I lay defenseless underneath him.
"I love you so much, mi amore." He sighed. [my love]
"I love you too, Elio," I huffed slightly. "Always and forever," I added.
Without warning, Elio's body fell on top of me, the life draining from his eyes in a matter of seconds as I jumped at the sound of a gunshot, ringing in my ears. I got out from underneath his lifeless body turning him over so I was now on top of me.
"No, no, no, Elio, you can't leave me," I said, determination in my voice. "Elio, wake up." I cried, shaking his body. "Don't leave me again." I sobbed against his chest. "Don't leave me, please." "Please." Another sob overtook my body, my mascara now came pouring down my face, dripping onto his t-shirt.
Blood pooled over his chest as I lent up against him, trying to put it back in his body. "Come on Elio, breath," I demanded. He can't die, not now. I started giving him CPR but nothing was working. I knew he was dead, I just didn't want to face the truth. I needed him.
Zino and Angelo came running towards me hurrying me to my feet. "We have to go, now!"
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I jolted awake, now sitting up gasping for air. It was just a nightmare. It wasn't real. I took a deep breath as cold perspiration ran down my forehead, back, and chest causing everything to stick to me. After that dream, I was hoping to wake up in Elio's arms again but that wasn't the case. I lent over myself reaching for my phone on my bedside dresser, to check the time.
11:43 am,
Monday 15th January.
See? It was just a dream. Climbing out of my bed, I made my way to the bathroom. I needed to pee so bad but most importantly I needed a warm shower. I grabbed a shirt and some shorts out of my wardrobe and trudged to the bathroom. I turned the shower on and adjusted the temperature using the Ipad and slowly got undressed. Everything clung to my body as I stripped and discarded my clothing into the washing basket, shutting the fogged-up glass shower door behind me, I stepped willingly into the heat.
The steam hit me pleasantly as it cleansed me of the horror of what I had witnessed in my sleeping state, scrubbing the non-existent blood off my hands. I tried to push past the image of Elio's dead body, unmoving underneath me, and instead decided to think about the coming week. I put a fairly-large dollop of shea butter shampoo in my hand and began rubbing it through my scalp. I didn't really have anything interesting planned. I was thinking about tagging along with Zino to the dog's first training session of the week, tomorrow but other than that, no plans.
Realisation dawned on me as i remembered what would be coming up later this week - the anniversary of my parents death. This time several ago, i got the call that split me in two, taking away the last two people i cared about. Shuddering at the thought, forcing my tears down, I finished washing and got out of the shower.
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After brushing my hair and applying some light makeup, I made my way downstairs to be greeted in the kitchen by Rosa and some avocado on toast. "Good morning, Gianna." She beamed.
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Autophobia
Misterio / SuspensoDuring one of the hardest times, gianna was left to cope on her own for years until she ran into him one night but this time as strangers with memories. elio does everything to help and guide her through her grief but sometimes it isn't as easy as t...