Her Darling | L.W.

Chapter 21

I wander through an unknown, maze-like forest. The landscape is ethereal, but something feels off. The air is crackling with tension, the tall trees around me sound like they're whispering untold secrets, but I can't understand anything. And there's thick fog everywhere, preventing me from seeing that far. The deeper I walk into the forest, the longer I search for something, the more the tension rises, the louder the whispers get. Each step I take feels heavier, weighted with uncertainty.

Suddenly, I encounter two figures in front of me. A tall one, and a short one. They're standing in the shadows, watching me. I can't see them, but they can see me. I can only see their silhouettes through the shadows and the fog.

The whispers continue, getting louder and louder, the tension growing thicker and thicker. It feels like I'm going insane if it doesn't stop. I slam my hands to my ears, trying to block the whispers.

"Stop!!" I scream, tears welling in my eyes. I shut them tightly, falling to the ground and curling into a ball, trying to put an end to the disturbing noises.

But nothing helps, not my screams nor my pathetic attempts of begging for mercy.

Nothing.

It's all growing and growing, I feel like I'm about to die any second now. Please, just let me die. End this misery.

The whispers, the tension, it feels like the climax of it all is near, like this will be the last thing, before-

Complete silence.

It all so suddenly just ended. There's no more tension in the air, it's rather light actually. I feel like I can breathe again.

The trees are now quiet, not even a single sigh is heard from them. The only thing I can hear right now, are my own light sobs.

Cautiously, I open my eyes, taking my hands off from cupping my ears, regaining my composure, to at least sit down on the ground, instead of laying in that pathetic position.

The fog seems to be gone, too.

I sit on my knees, now only noticing, that there are two pairs of feet in front of me. I quickly realize that these are the figures from before. Laced with fear, I quickly understand that I've no other choice, than to look up. To see who these mysterious figures are.

Then, I slowly start raising my gaze towards their faces. Shivering because I'm so afraid, but also eager to know who they are.

And just as I'm about to see their faces, a bright light blinds my entire vision.

...

"What the hell..." I mutter to myself as I turn around in my bed, wanting to continue my sleep. Not my dream, no. Absolutely not. But my sleep.

This is the third night in a row that I see that dream. But it's odd, how every time I have that dream, more is revealed. I remember, the first night, I was only wandering in the forest, trying to see something through the thick fog. The second night, the whispers and the rising tension began.

This is the third night, the first time I saw those two figures. I have no idea who they were, as I never got the chance to see their faces. Just my luck.

But I do have a small gut feeling about who those figures could be. I'm obviously probably wrong, it's just a small, small feeling.

Anyway, it's now Sunday. Only six days until the Rave'n. I must admit, I'm getting nervous.