Disclaimer: There is mention of suicidal ideations so if you are not comfortable with that or if anything that is written triggers you in any way. Please skip the next few chapters, suicide is never the answer and I know how cliche that sounds. But, please reach out to someone if you are having these thoughts or have a plan. Though the main character in this story has yet to do so please know that IT IS okay to reach out. I know that whoever is reading this doesn't know me at all so you may think that I don't care. Or that this community or fandom doesn't care about you, please don't ever think that if you need someone to reach out to. Call this if you live in the USA the national suicide prevention lifeline is 1-800-273-8255. If you live in Canada the number is 1-833-456-4566. There are so many that I could list but please reach out if needed.
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Awakening I could feel a cold sweat covering my body. Forcing myself to sit up I realized that I was in bed.
'Oh, it was just a dream thank goodness!'
Checking my phone to see that it was 6:49 pm I pulled the covers off and felt a sticky substance on my thighs. Knowing that it wasn't time for my period I touched my thigh and gasped at the feeling of rigid open skin. Looking down I saw my sheets covered in blood, seeing how the wounds were exactly the ones in my dream. Wincing I climbed down and grabbed the first aid kit. Sitting on the chaise as I cleaned the wounds, I started processing the dream. It had to be real right, how is it possible that I have these wounds. There was something very wrong with all of this.
Looking around the room I spotted Tikki playing with a dollhouse I bought her.
"Tikki, I have a problem."
"What's wrong" she flew over to me with a yellow doll hat on. I gestured to my thigh and the blood was slowly still flowing. Grabbing gauzes and elastic bandages I applied pressure and wrapped the wounds. Hopping to the closet I changed into new clothes.
"Chat Blanc," I told her about the dreams that I had of him.
"It's worse than I thought!"
"What do you mean?"
"We need to visit Master Fu."
With a throbbing leg, I headed downstairs for dinner. Smelling Papas' amazing chicken fricassee, we all sat down together. While we ate Maman was no longer questioning what happened at school.
'Thank Dieu!'
"Thank you for dinner Papa, this is so delicious."
"Nothing but the best for my family!" Papa placed more salad into my bowl. While Maman grabbed a baguette slice.
"So how were sales today?"
"It was fine, a customer placed an order for three hundred macarons. So, we will be needing your help with that" Maman explained, Papa nodded in agreement as I poked at my chicken.
After dinner, I helped Papa wash the dishes. While Maman was reading a book in the living room.
"Honey are you sure everything's alright at school?" Nearly dropping a plate, I composed myself and told him I was dealing with classroom drama.
"It's not that Chloe girl, is it?"
"Actually no, it's Alya and Lila" I responded reaching for a cup to dry off.
"Really I thought you and Alya were best friends?"
"Yeah, I thought so too" I whispered mainly to myself. Once we finished, I headed back upstairs.
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