"Let the waters guide you... just as Selene guides them..."
"You've been away long enough... It's time to come home.."
All Y/n wanted out of her dull, mundane life was to find out the truth about herself. Will she succeed in her endeavours or end up...
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Water,
Sand,
Screaming...
All eerie sensations that haunt my very soul.
Skin wet and cold to the bone as the chilling night breeze comes unannounced and runs along it unmercifully. The contrasting dry and roughness of sand scraping along my back as I just lie there in the open, unable to move. Utterly vulnerable, exposed and alone.
Or so I thought...
Vision already blurred from the loud vocalisations I was emitting continuously and warm tears relentlessly burning the corners of my eyes and icy skin, the figure above me appeared dark and warped. It's face concealed by the blackness of night as I failed to identify it and whether it was friend or foe. The faint moonlight outlining it's crouched body as it loomed over my own, a broad one of a man.
I continued to shiver from the wind, goosebumps no doubt covering my skin by now. My throat turned sore from my screaming, however I never stopped. Waves crashed onto the shore behind us, his hands hovering over my form cautiously, like he was afraid to touch me.
Sounds coming out from his mouth in an attempt to quiet my wailing, however he was unsuccessful. So far he didn't seem like a threat, any normal assailant would've had me dead and buried by now.
I strained my hearing to listen over my screams, his words unfortunately too muffled to comprehend.
As if understanding my struggles, he suddenly bent his head lower so it was now in line with my right ear. The breath from his lips making the sensitive skin around it tingle like crazy.
"You're getting warm," he spoke out in a smooth, tantalising voice.
"Follow the feeling..."
"One touch and you're halfway home..." he finished, cupping my cheek and wiping away my stream of tears.
My screams seemed to settle, my throat and vocal cords finally getting some well deserved relief. I tried to croak out a reply to his words, wanting to ask what they meant but I was rudely interrupted.
The distant, blaring sound of a car horn erupted through the air, abruptly cutting me off. It grew louder in pitch until that was all that I could focus on, my teeth grinding from the annoying relentless sound.
Urgh! I can't take it!
My eyes shot open, as I returned to the land of the conscious. Rubbing my eyes, I let them adjust to the light of the early morning rays while I laid back on my semi-hard bed. My breathing was slightly ragged as I tried to steady it, a layer of sweat present on my skin.
This always happens after one of my dreams. When I was much younger I used to startle awake from them or be full blown screaming my head off, the latter was always fun for my foster parents at the time, even once threatening to admit me into an institution. Now I'm so used to them that this thankfully wasn't the case anymore. However...
