Bell's scream disappeared in a gunshot.
Demont was wrong. We were both wrong. I was a monster.
Demont was going to be my fucking death. My fucking nightmare.
~LA
Let. Her. Go.
~DL
It's not personal. But I will just have to kill you.
~CS
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I was sitting in a chair. There was dark all around me and I knew I was dreaming. My skin was blood. My legs were shattered bones. My hair was gutted intestines.
I didn't have the right to cry but I felt a hot tear slide down my cheek despite the cage of my nightmare I was trapped in. I couldn't wake up. I heard screaming.
I turned around and around and around... but there was just darkness. And I realised I was the one screaming. I tried to cover my mouth but my hands slid to my throat instead and I suddenly couldn't breathe. Then there was other darkness. My hands were chained to the chair, the metal digging into my skin. My mouth was stuffed with a cloth and I couldn't get out of it.
Like on a projector screen, the darkness before me lit up and I saw that smile. That sweet smile that I've grown to love so deeply I weaped in my sleep.
I struggled against the hold of the chair but it was no use. Demont was preparing to go to bed before me and I just knew, I had to get out of those chains before something happens.
I started to unwrap the chains. They drew blood and I let out a high-pitched scream.
"Elle!"
I was thrown out of my dream. I sat up so quickly, I fell from the bed. I got on my fours and covered my mouth with my hand, breathing heavily. I didn't know what I had just dreamt... I just knew it filled me with an infinite fear and I didn't know what I was afraid of. I gulped, closed my eyes and collapsed, against the side of the bed. I looked at the person who was responsible for my awakening with tired eyes.
"Where is Demont?" asked Bell. I stood up with difficulty. Couldn't people leave me alone, I thought.
"What?" I grimaced in confusion.
"He was supposed to pick up Sheila tonight but he never came. I had to drive her myself." he pointed behind him and I looked at him dizzily.
"Sheila- wait, Sheila didn't fight tonight," I argued.
"Yes. Yes, she had." Bell nodded as if it was obvious.
"No, no, no. I would never forget her fight." I shook my head furiously.
Bell looked at me tensely. He knew he fucked up and I realised why. I marched by him, into Sheila's room. She yelped out, only in bra.
"You were in a fight tonight and you didn't tell me?!!" I barked out.
Oh, I was pissed alright.
"Do you know what could have happened?!" I gesticulated. I didn't care for Bell's hand on my shoulder or that Sheila looked like she just got caught snorting cocaine.
"I'm sorry! I just-"
"You could have come home injured and I didn't have to be here! You could have fucking get stabbed again and I would maybe be too drunk or too tired to stitch you up! What were you thinking?!" I roared. Sheila backed away a bit.
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Everything Sinister
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