Tamyra

17. Night Terrors

Heya lovlies,

This is an extra long chapter for making up for not uploading yesterday. This chapter will have the mention of self harm. You can skip the parts between the set of this symbol '⚠️'. I'll take my leave with that.

Happy reading;))

~Faith

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I open my eyes and try to look around. Try to make out the surroundings. The room is dimly lit. I soon realize that I'm in my own room at home. Something seems off. My throat is very dry. I look at the bedside table only to find the water bottle empty.

Picking it up I go to the kitchen to fill it up. Just as I turn round the corner I see someone standing near the sink. The person has their back turn on me. She is dressed in a white flowy dress. Her hair, her height seems undoubtedly familiar. Then it clicks in my mind.

"Mama?" I call out. Nervous, doesn't began to explain what I feel at that moment. I can't believe my eyes. My mama is there standing in front of me. Unbelievable.

The moment she turns around, my heart drops to the pit of stomach. Red spots are splattered across her dress. Blood, those spots are of Blood. Cold sweat breaks out looking at her in this state. The same state she was the day she died. I shake my head trying to look past the illusion. But I'm trapped. What stands out is that she has a gun in her right hand. Robotically she posts the gun and me with no emotion on her face. The Mama I know and the one standing in front of me are like two totally different people.

My mama never even raised a hand on me let alone a gun. My breath hitches as I dread what is going to happen next. I can't move, I'm frozen in a place I try to scream but my voice gets stuck in my throat. I try to look away to close my eyes do anything to stall it and not witness it. My hands are shaking yet I can't seem to move an inch. I- I'm trapped.

Suddenly out of nowhere someone calls out,"Ira." I move my eyes to the owner of the voice. My heart drops even lower than before. There standing is none other than Tristan. My Ian, my little brother.

"Ian?"

Scars are littered across his face. He has a black eye, with his shoulder bleeding as he tries to stand on his legs which have cuts that are bleeding. His arms are in no better condition. He is holding a knife in his hand, ready to attack me. Tears run down my face as I take in the sight of him. I wouldn't let even a scratch on him and here..... My heart shatters at his state. It cries out, weeps for the loss of it's twin, it's other half. The pain in my chest becomes unbearable.

"I hate you Ira," I sob harder hearing his words. I agree, I deserve it, deserve his hate. "You left me to die!" He screams at me, I can't do anything except letting the tears fall. I want to tell him how sorry I am, how much I have missed him. I want to tell him how much I love him, how much I wish that the roles would have reversed and I would have died. I can't seem to get a word out."Such a coward you are! You left me your own twin to die!! You are a Murderer!!" His face is full of rage and- the one that stings the most- hatred. I whimper."I despise you Tamyra I wish we were never related!" He says with a roar. I pathetically cry at the situation. It's all because of me. I killed them both. Ian picks up his knife, gets ready to pierce me with it. Mama takes off the safety of the gun and points it at me.