The Queen

Chapter 15

The next day, I'm woken up by the usual nightmares that haunt me every time I close my eyes; My parents dying every way possible known to man.

In some of them, they die the same way they did 10 years ago and I watch them from the same point of view; the semi-closed closet door. 

I remember how a sudden attack was announced, giving us no time to hide in the bunkers. We stayed in their room, hugging each other as if it was going to be the last.

And it was.

My father's frantic voice telling me to hide in the closet replayed in my mind...

"Alexandria, go hide inside the closet, NOW!" he says as the enemy tries to break the door. They were both searching for the weapons that they had hidden in the room, but it appeared to be that none were there.

"No, I can help! Mamá, di algo!" I say through my sobs, standing in the middle of the room not knowing what to do. (Mom, say something!)

My mother comes towards me and grabs both of my shoulders catching my full attention. "Alexandria, por favor, do what your father says. No te preocupes, cariño, okay? Everything's going to be fine. Now go to the closet." She quickly finishes off and runs to help my dad. (Please - Don't worry, darling)

I hesitantly took my first step towards the closet but the loud bang near the door motivated me to run. Outside the castle appeared to be a battlefield, people's screams echoing against the windows. I place my trembling hands against my ears, bringing my knees close to my chest as I try to calm my first panic attack.

The door collapses against the floor, creating a thunderous sound. From the agape closet door, I see how my father moved my mother behind him, strategically where the attention is on them and not on the closet.

They share a couple of words but the ringing in my ears couldn't pick up a thing, only the murderous tone laced through my father's words and the nasty ragged voice of the enemy. Within seconds, I hear my father's screams as a sword deeply slices through his back, blood spilling in an instant. I hold my own scream with my trembling hands while watching how my father's body collapses on top of my mother's.

My mind begins racing on the thought that I should be out there protecting my parents with my power, but my whole body is paralyzed with the view in front of me. Another scream comes accompanied by a loud thump against the floor, but this one is from my mother.

The enemies quickly run outside the room, screaming to look for the princess. Their voices disappear through the hallways and I take this opportunity to rush to my parents.

And that's how I see them in every dream, them holding each other in a pool of their own blood, wishing for one more minute of their lives when they gave up everything to protect my useless one.

However, the dreams have been taking a turn lately and those are that instead of the enemies killing my parents, I'm the one who is slicing the sword in many directions. I've tried to stop but in the dreams, my body has a mind of its one and I'm just an observer.

These are the times where even my body gives up on me due to the amount of emotional pain I'm feeling at the moment. I try to move but the grief, frustration, and numbness create weights on every limb of my body.

Growing up, the three of us were known to be inseparable. Even before I was born, people admired the eternal love my parents had towards each other. And for it to be stripped away just because of me made the disgust towards myself grow every day.