Ethan's Nightmare

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I kept tossing and turning. I haven't had a bad night's sleep since Static moved in. I turned to face her peaceful silhouette, watching her softly breathe and peacefully sleep. I placed my hand on her cheek, gently caressing it. She snuggled up to me and buried her face in my bare chest. I felt her soft breathing and heard her soft whimpers. I felt content to have her but I was scared to lose her. I started to drift off, feeling her heart pump.

I was wondering about the empty halls of my parents' palace. It felt like before I met Static, depressed. Everything was dull and boring. I was wandering around the halls when I heard music. Singing to be exact. I followed the sound and into a dark room. There she was, my Bunny. Singing softly. Sitting on a chair, back straight and facing a window. I tilted my head and walked over to her. That's when I realized the song that she was singing.

Scarborough Fair.

A beautiful song. I walked over to her and placed my hand on her shoulder. She looked at me and smiled while singing. It was just about to end when she started to sniffle. I hugged her close. Not wanting to let go. I started to rock her back and forth. She held onto me very tight. She didn't want me to let go of her. I started rubbing her back. She was frightened by something.

"What is it, Bunny?" I asked her. She didn't answer. She just buried her face in my chest. Crying. I rubbed her back, trying to calm her down. I started to hum, her thin body shook from fear and cold. I lifted her and walked, I'm not sure where but I just walked. She held me close not wanting to let go. I carried her to the master bedroom laying her down on golden fleece. She stretched out on the fleece, feeling its warmth. I smiled down at her sleeping figure but then a flash of lightning and a clap of thunder rang out. She was gone. Not even an imprint on the golden fleece. Tears flooded my eyes. I ran through every hallway, every hidden hallway and examined every room. That's when I approached the attic. It was dark, an alleyway. I ran to her screams, hoping I could get to her. There were men over her. Two holding her wrists down and one in between her legs, kissing her neck. I felt my body heat up like a boiling kettle. I ripped through all of their throats. Watching the blood gush.

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