In a world where everything seems perfectly logical and pragmatic. The thought of anything existing outside of the realm of what one already knows seems impractical.
That is how Melinda Morrison sees life.
The very life where she has shared nearly e...
I screamed. Loudly, might I add. Not out of my own will. The feeling crept up inside of my throat and belted out once the fear had returned. I shouted as if someone had crawled on top of my body and stabbed a dagger straight into my chest. I was immobilized and unable to stop the intense flashes of vivid images and sounds that invaded my senses as if I were in a tunnel of my own fears and disappointments.
It's been like that for a long time.
Since I came to this unfamiliar world. I've been having these strange night terrors I could almost never shake myself out of until someone came running to comfort me.
I could imagine anyone who had ever experienced a life threathening event that somehow ended them up in a completely contrasting world from their own would be suffering from some sort of PTSD on the regular.
The same had come to me. Even as an infant, I struggled with sleeping at times because the flashbacks would be so vigorous. I battled with myself attempting to forget the pain and the anguish I felt; the fear and the shock when I thought about how she was missing from me. Gone forever.
And I knew I couldn't pretend to forget, no matter how much I tried.
She was gone.
That feeling of losing someone that meant everything to you and more; I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy. To see their eyes close solemnly in death, to call out their name and receive no response.
It had essentially broken me.
So here I was at the age of four, nearly five. Constantly replaying the death of my bestfriend and I in my head. Blaming myself endlessly for why she was taken away from me.
I didn't deserve another chance at life when she had been viciously ripped from me. I had no idea where Mellie was or if she was okay, nothing! She was just... gone.
My tears would be endless, and my wails would gradually get louder the longer I stayed in this world seperated from her.
It was pure torture.
"Your highness! Your highness! What seems to be the issue?!" That had to be one of the many maids that frequented my bed chambers on the regular. She was the closest to me in terms of proximity to my room so I wasn't surprised that she heard my crying first and came rushing to me.
She nearly fell forwards towards my bed in an attempt to grab my frozen-in-shock body. I wanted to calm down, I really did, but all in front of me I could see Mellie's traumatized gaze.
I failed her.
"She's gone... I'm so sorry, Mel." My lips barely pushed out the words. I had to have been suffering from sort of sleep paralysis of the sort. Personally, I felt as if I deserved it; I deserved to suffer the frequent night terrors as punishment for not protecting her and keeping her away from harm.
If I could just hold her hand one more time and see her smiling face, maybe my heart could finally rest at ease.
"What is it? What's going on now?!" The door burst open wide and another floor of maids rushed into the room followed by my mother—or rather the woman who birthed me.
The Queen-doxy, Kelena, my father's 2nd mistress of this palace.
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