Only For You

XXIII) Marion- Bad Dreams

All I remember from last night was kissing Nick goodbye. That was the best kiss he'd ever given me. It felt so sincere and it made my heart flutter. My heart aches because I had to let go of my Captain, my German Captain. After Nick left all I specifically remember was changing into uniform while violently crying. After that I gathered my stuff and that was it: blackout. I couldn't see, couldn't hear, or couldn't think. My eyes opened up very slowly as I came to a realization that I had a knot in my back. I looked to the sides of me and there were men lined up on both sides of the large aircraft. I finally realized that I was in a huge military plane and I wasn't piloting it.

The man sitting next to me stared at me. It was getting quite uncomfortable so I decided to say something, "do you know where we're going?" He laughed at my question as if it was the stupidest one ever asked. "Back to America to get more planes. There's not enough jets for us to fly and fight. After that I believe we're going to be traveling over the Russian border." He said very loudly, "You're cute, what's your name?" He asked kindly. I thought for a moment what I wanted to say. "Marion. Oh thanks, but I'm kinda taken." I shied away a little to show how uncomfortable his comment made me. His left eyebrow ruffled giving him a more masculine appearance. "Marion... that's alright I just wanted you to know that. You don't happen to be that unmarked pilot do you?" I could tell he just wanted me for information. There's somethings that I wouldn't give away, and that was one of them. "What makes you say that?" I replied in a stern voice. "I saw you get out of the plane. We have someone fighting for Germany don't we? An American fighting for Germany. You my friend are digging yourself a hole, but don't worry because I won't tell anyone. I know it's you because you're the one dating Nicholas Schneider. I know him and I know who you are." His smile showed large teeth that sat perfectly straight and white.

I reminisced every second I had with Nick. I already deeply missed him almost to the point where I was getting sick. "You know Nick?" I have to admit I really wanted to know all about Nick's background. "Oh yeah I knew him. I was born in America and I was raised there for the first ten years of my life. My parents were full Germans who came over In the 1970s. I hated living in America. We decided to move back to Germany on my 11th birthday. That was the best thing that ever happened to me. I met a girl and we were dating, in fact still are. I speak perfectly in German. I went to jr. high with Nicholas. He's a great guy. He does rebel a little here and there. He also got in trouble a few times." He looked worried at the thought of Nick. "I don't care what he's done. I know people can change for the better. I know he will change. He's such a kind and loving guy. I would never give up on him." I said as my mind wandered in deep thoughts about him. The plane bounced up and down as we hit some turbulence. "Yeah he needs someone to keep him in check and you're perfect for him. Word gets around fast especially about the American girl dating the best pilot Germany has. Trust me... everyone knows." I was quite alarmed by his commentary there. Everyone knows that Nick and I are a thing now, that we kissed. "Sure... wait, why are you not fighting for Germany?"

My stomach began to growl due to my extreme hunger. I needed water, but there was none. "I have dual citizenship in Germany and America. I got deployed from America. They wanted me to fight, but I wanted to fight for Germany. I couldn't rebel because they'd have me killed." He hung his head low. "This whole thing isn't fair. I can't wait for us to be done fighting." He continued to rant about his service to the US and not Germany, which I understand. "I'm Lieutenant Bauer. You can call me Elijah." He said in a statement to me. "Alright. That's a cool name. Just call me Marion." I replied. "Hey Elijah? If you ever see Nick I don't want you to tell him this, but I'm planning on moving to Germany after this is all over. I loved it there. Everyone was so kind and nice." I smiled at the thought of moving to Nick's country and how quaint the setting would be. "Great plan. I'm planning on moving back too."

Our conversation ended for a while. I sat there very uncomfortably with a growling stomach. They finally came around with some food. It was only a small applesauce and a few pretzels. It felt so good to eat again. This flight was killing me because I wasn't flying, I was locked in the dark fuselage, and the air was beginning to smell of human odors. I ate slowly as I determined that it was most likely 6 in the morning. After finishing my food I started to go to sleep.

I dreamt a little dream of Nick holding me again and what it felt like to be in his arms and lost in his eyes with his soft lips touching mine. The way he treats me is unlike anything I've ever experienced before. I could almost feel him there, but then I felt a cold hand touch my hand. Nick's hands were always warm. My eyes shot open to see Elijah holding my hand. "What on earth?" I exclaimed as I pulled my hand away. "I'm just helping you, nothing more. Go back to sleep." I trusted him and fell back asleep. A second later I felt the cold hand again, but this time it was rubbing my forearm. "Oh my gosh, please stop." He stopped and I finally was able to sleep a little.

The large plane still found a huge amount of turbulence. I have never experienced anything like it. My pilot mind could tell that they were finally descending the plane a little bit. It was scary not knowing where I was going. The fear of the unknown really gets to your soul. My mind zoned off as the dreams began. They were not sweet dreams at all. People were getting killed everywhere and it pained my soul to watch. I felt a warm liquid run down my face. I could smell blood, but just stayed asleep. I was asleep until I felt Elijah's hand again tapping my shoulder. "Marion, your nose is bleeding. Here let me help you because we don't have anything to help with that." He took my seatbelt off as I tilted my head back. I remember that doing so is one of the worst things to do with a nosebleed. "Here." He pulled my head over onto his lap so I could lay down. This would make it so the blood wouldn't travel down my uniform shirt. "Oh my, Marion." He exclaimed. I could barely see his face in the dark fuselage. "Is it bad?" I asked quietly in his ear. "Yeah, considerably." His hand pulled my hair away. After about three minutes it felt like it stopped, but I didn't dare sit up yet. "You okay?" He asked me. "Oh yes I'm good." I began to sit up when he made me stay there. "Go to sleep, it's fine." I fell back asleep and the bad dreams began yet again. Oh no, would this be the end?