I wake up screaming.
It's the middle of the night
and I can't stop.
The images replay in my mind.
Over
and over
and over.
The looks on their faces.
Like I'm a glass vase precariously placed at the edge of a table.
That's the least of it.
Rania runs in, bumping the side of the doorway.
"Hey! Hey! What's going on? Are you okay?!" I can barely hear her. It's like my head is full of TV static.
I can't respond.
I can't stop screaming.
She rushes over and pulls me into a tight hug.
She doesn't understand. "It's not real, it's not real, it's over." She tells me.
She sounds so distant.
But she's right here.
I've been trying to move on for so long.
But every time.
Every time I get close to forgetting.
I hear something and it reminds me of them.
And the wound opens.
Just as raw as it was the day it happened.
why can't i
just move on
they're dead
THEY'RE DEAD
My screams turn into wails.
Most of the dream was about them.
Before.
It's not real enough
YOU ARE READING
NOW I KNOW
FanfictionAideen's Light has faded. Grief can be blinding. all chapters are james' pov unless stated otherwise! Sequel to Light. CANNOT BE READ STANDALONE!!!
