Fractured Heartstrings

Ch. 25

Alyssa's POV
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"William?" I questioned in confusion, the blurry figure slowly becoming recognizable as I walked closer.

"Alyssa!"
"Alyssa!"
"Alyssa!"

The unbearably to-familiar voice faintly calling out in repetition. Crying in the desperation of need.

"William! Where are you?" I called out, swerving my arms from the surrounding darkness. The voice suddenly distinguishing fading and disappearance.

The bright blank white setting developing into the darkness that overcame it. Swallowing everything visible clear, shortly going to be able to engulf myself down with everything else it took down.

"Alyssa! Hurry! Please help, before the hope's lost. Nothing may be better, but it'll be doomed!"

I tried to force the darkness from spreading, but I only captivated so much power. The whole experience relating to my similar reference of movies, only this felt much more traumatizing.

"It's too late, too late, too late. You were too late, oh so late. Pic only you had gotten your head straight, mind settled, heart devoted. Now it's too late."

"No! But I am! I convince myself I no longer need your love or touch, but really, it's you! You're the only thing running on my mind, and I need you William! You see, I am, it's not too late!" I desperately cried, exhausting my arms and willpower to scream and move. And slowly, I drowned, drowned further into the endless and bottomless darkness.

I shot my eyes open, darting my eyes to the lively world outside the frame and glass of the window. My heavy breathing developing steadily as I had awaken from the same nightmare over the couple of days.

I swung my body back, bouncing off the bouncy springs underneath the comfortable mattress that laid atop of them. The calming and steady breaths refreshing and reassuring my mind, releasing me from ease, and setting my ongoing frights free.

"You alright?" Erik comfortingly wrapped his arms around me, I denied and turned around facing the wall. I hear him shift in motion and peek over my shoulder, confused and presumably ticked off.

I nod emotionlessly, "yeah I'm fine, just can't seem to sleep these days." I desperately lied, and if he was the blonde Prince - I wouldn't have gotten past that lie. Oh boy, if only this man had known what he had gotten into.

I had admitted to the truth, the own truth of my existing. Although I continuously convinced myself and others I was no longer wrapped in the heart swelling game of Will's love, I knew I deeply was. Chained up with the sensational devotion that never seemed to fade.

My mind was set straight and my heart another direction.

"Is it okay if we go in a date tonight, I mean I have Leafs tickets and I really thought - "

I sign but chuckle, unaware of any further concerns or realizations. "Sure." While he might've been planning on our nonexistent wedding, I was planning on leaving and dumping before we arrived to the second date.

Recalling back to the odd awakening of my nightmare of a dream, I found it oddly strange. It wasn't so much the understanding of the dream's meaning that had me puzzled, but how dreams and nightmares functioned generally.

Obviously I'd be lying if I said I wasn't astonished from the occurrence
Of William in my nightmare. To be radically honest, I'm not even certain if I can classify it all as some mistaken 'nightmare'. If I kept these strange untouchable dreams up, I'd need more therapy bills tolling in.