𝕊𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥 ℝ𝕙𝕪𝕞𝕖𝕤, 𝕊𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕥𝕙 ℝ𝕙𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕞𝕤 - Aryia X OC

ℝ𝕙𝕪𝕞𝕖 𝟛𝟙 - ℙ𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕀𝕥 𝔸𝕝𝕝 𝔹𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕋𝕠𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣

Hey guys~

It's Monday and ofc you know what that means! New chapter!! :3

I managed to write a scene for one of the last chapters but my essay and uni work took over  since it's due in next week. That doesn't mean I'll stray from posting on Thursday or twice next week though, since I still plan on doing that and will probably post 3 times a week starting either next week or the week after. I hope you guys look forward to more updates and that you like this chapter :3

Summary: After a few nightmares, Evra finally figures out what she wants to do when talking to her sister in the middle of the night. The next day, she returns to her parents' house, only to see someone familiar talking to them at the door...

Chapter song: Only One - Aryia

WARNINGS: Language, Graphic Mentions of Murder and Death of a Loved One, Graphic Mentions of Extreme Violence and Torture, Described Blood, Graphic Violence, Nightmare featuring Torture, Sexual Implications.

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The bitter cold air bit at my exposed skin while arm tears streamed down my face.

The sight before my eyes was horrifying as hot blood continued pouring out of gashes cut from a knife. The horror of seeing him lying there couldn't be compared to anything else.

Yet the man standing before me was only relishing in our pain, making sure that my death would be just as painfully slow. The look in Jason's eyes was a mixture of insanity, curiosity and hatred.

I struggled for the last few minutes of staying alive despite being mangled, Jason looming over me, staring at me with nothing but hate and disgust.

...

I woke up with a scream and as I did, Aryia rushed into the room.

My eyes locked with his as soon as he burst through the door and into the surroundings of my old bedroom.

'Did I just... dream all that?' I thought. 'I must have. We were never even together...'

"I'm sorry." I apologized. "It was just a nightmare."

"It's okay." He reassured me. "I'm here."

He smiled before turning around towards the door. "Night Evra."

"Aryia?" I called back to him.

He turned to face me. "Hm?"

I pulled back the covers wrapped around me, reaching out for him with both hands and a shy look on my face. "Will you stay with me?"

"Yeah." He nodded, coming over to me and getting under the sheets with me, pulling me close to him. "Always."

It was the first time you had felt warm in a week...

But it felt a little too good to be true.

...

I woke up startled on my side, lifting my head and looking around the room.

I wasn't in a cold warehouse. I wasn't in my old bedroom at the KRAC House.

And disappointingly for me, I wasn't in Aryia's arms either.

I was in my old bedroom at my parent's house. Still in Fresno, still sleeping alone, still lying opposite my little sister.

I started to feel cold again, shaking slightly. I must have been having convulsions in my sleep and was only just starting to calm down. I died in my dream. Aryia had died as well. Neither of us for the first time.