The Damaged - Sebastian Sallow fanfiction

Chapter 5

The next day, I woke up with a thud onto the floor as I accidentally rolled off my bed. My breathing were almost a gasping for air, my whole body was covered in cold sweat, my heart beating like thousand miles per hour. Nightmares, again. I could barely recall having any normal dreams.

Reliving my memories in my dreams over and over again, seeing all the people I had to kill, all the people I couldn't save...Professor Fig dying right in front of my eyes...

God, I missed him. He was almost like a father to me, if I ever had one.

The Keepers' trials where I barely made it out alive. Mines that I went through. Goblins, Dark wizards and such sort, Ranrok and Rookwood with their puppets... I wasn't powerful or quick enough to stop any of it before it would hurt people. Good people who died in pursuit of all this.

What if all this was my fault?

Every night, when or if, I fell asleep my memories, my nightmares, haunted me. Like being trapped in an endless circle of torture, that I couldn't avoid. I just tried to get by, to survive. Thanks to some strange luck or whatever it was, I always survived, even if i did not want to. Even when I wished I could finally fucking die, I never did. It felt like being that old piece of clothing that looks like it has been through everything - torn, ragged, dirty, thrown away, but never gone. Like it can't be destroyed by anything. It may look like it will fall apart any minute, but it holds it together no matter what the circumstances are. That was me.

My vision was a bit blurry, so I rubbed my eyes with my hands to bring them into focus. I pushed myself up on my from the floor and sat back onto my bed. My gaze darted around the room. There was nobody else in the room. I took a peek at the clock which just hit 9:10 am.

Shit! I am late to class. I jumped up from my bed, and quickly got dressed into my school uniform and snatched my leather book bag.

As I was rushing to class, I saw there wasn't nearly anybody else in the halls anymore, my heart was anxiously beating faster as I ran to my first class of the day, which was Potions.

I was running as fast as I could, until I finally managed to get to class. Lucky enough, professor Sharp was supposedly coming to class later. A sigh of relief escaped my lips and I got to my place at a potions station.

"Following in Sebastian's footsteps?" a male voice from my left side muttered in a teasing manner. My gaze shot up quickly as I recognized the voice. Ominis. A great opportunity to talk to somebody who was one of my closer friends, and also fulfill the promise I made to Anne. Check up on Ominis.

"Ominis! It's so good to see you," my whisper hinted genuine happiness and relief to see him alive and alright, at least physically. My lips curled into a small smile.

Ominis chuckled slightly "Are you alright, Ruth? Your voice sounded a little more upbeat than usual."

"Y-yeah, I'm just glad to see you alright, i mean...at least physically, and you're alive, attending class."

"Barely."

I felt my anxiety levels rise slightly. "Ominis, can we talk later?"

"Of course. I'd be glad."

"Okay," I nodded and tried to push all my worries away for now. I had to focus on the class. I looked down at my textbook and suddenly remembered something. "Anne misses you a lot, by the way. She's been asking about you quite a bit."

"Oh, she did?" Ominis smiled a tiny bit and his voice sounded quieter and softer, almost shy, he wasn't shy before, not like this. Does he maybe like Anne? Nah, they were close friends since their first year, it's probably nothing. Although they have usually acted a little different, when mentioned to the other. But honestly, if they really are into each other that would be nice, they'd be a good match. Although, I feel that Ominis would mourn even more when Anne...