Bloodline: The big return

13. SOFIA KANE

I whip my head back, checking for any threats. I quickly return my head forward the empty road. My legs are sore from running so many miles. I don't know why I am running, faster than a lighting. But I can feel it. It's everywhere. The fear. The adrenaline. The tension in my bones. I don't like it, but I love it at the same time.

I need to get free.

The sky is cloudy, just like it always is in Bloodline. But I like that way. It often makes me feel like one of these annoying main characters in the movies where she, or he, needs to save the world. I keep running.

Till I hear it.

The scream.

It's coming from somewhere in front of me.

Why can I not see it?

There is fog everywhere, not allowing me to see where I'm running to. I feel weak because I have no destination and I hate it.

It's always this way and I desperately want a way out of this place, but I never find it.

I hear the scream. Then I see the woman. She falls and I'm stupid enough to do nothing about it. But I never have a choice in this place. It's terrifying most of the times I'm here.

I need to find the woman immediately, it's the first thought I always make in my head.

The sun behind the dark clouds slowly disappears and there is a heavy rain coming my way. I can feel it in the air. It brings chills down my arms.

I scream, too, trying to find the woman who needs my help.

This time, it doesn't go as usual. I should had already found the woman hanging from the cliff. But then the rain goes away and the landscape in front of me starts to clear. The fog disappears as I run through it. And I finally see it.

Her.

Instead of finding her like all the other times, I find her laying on the ground. I approach her and examine the injuries everywhere on her body. There is blood everywhere. She is dirty and pale and her long blond hair are loosen from her ponytail. The clothes she is wearing are always the same.

Black leathered jacket. Boots. Black leggings and there is a ring on her finger. A ring that tells me she is married. I kneel down on the ground, beside her. I want to reach out and touch her. Her face which I can never clearly see. Her hands with the long fingers. Her hair that, once, were soft and silk.

Tears start burning my eyelids, as I stare down at her. I wish I could take away her pain. Did she feel any pain when she fell? The blood, the injuries... She was hurt. She is still hurt. She just doesn't know it.

I look away. But just then, I immediately regret it.

There are people watching her. Us. She must was loved, but I never have a single clue about who she is. I wish I knew. I don't know why, but I just do. Maybe then I'd feel better.

I stand up, not taking my eyes off the multiple figures whose faces I can't see clearly. They are her loved ones and now they are watching her as her soul leaves her body.

My mum used to be telling me stories, too, Jayden.

I didn't tell him that she was reading me bed night stories when I would secretly sneak out my room just so I could go and hide behind the couch, in the living room. Dad was the one who was always finding me. And I liked that his hugs were warm and familiar. Like an angel's kiss before you enter heaven.