shattered crown

12

Dark things happen when you are in a dark place.

Blood is known to be dark. But the shine of a dagger isn't so dark, it's bright, it's the brightest thing that you don't want to see in your flesh.

Well, here I am.
He caught me, I was running, but he grabbed my leg, pulled and pulled through the dirt as my flesh burned as he dragged me. I cried in agony, in denial. Begging. Screamimg. Crying.

Everyone is dead, and I'm next.

He thrusts the shiny blade in and out of my leg repeatedly, feeling it to the bone, I cry until I feel my heart bursting.

"i will kill you, and you will only remain the heap of flesh that once called itself morana larson-"

I jolt up in my sleep, my haze is blurry, my palms, hell, my whole body is sweating. My breaths are so harsh and too fast that I can't wrap my head around what just happened. I died.
I let out a string of cries, so hard, so loud, my heart actually hurts. I saw my death I felt my death. I felt it to the core. I shift up at the edge of my bed, my head in my hands and i feel my body trembling. I can feel my teeth rattling against each other, another nightmare. I had bad nightmares but not as disgusting as this was.

The door swings open, followed by a familiar, cold voice.

"what the fuck are you whining about at this hour-"
Damien, would have been the last person I wanted to see right now.
He stopped mid way in his ridiculous but true sentance, his face his blank, and pale, shinning too bright in the moonlight that's creeping from my window. He's wearing a black blouse, followed by some black slacks. His hair is messed up, which is odd coming from him. Eyes dark and sharp.

His brows furrow deeper and I can see that the look on his face isn't pleasant. I can feel his anger rising, this man has a black aura I'll give him that.

I hold my hand on my face and look away, Im still a crying mess, a wreck
"go away.." I managed to say without sobbing too hard. He crosses the room in 2 long strides. His cold fingers wrap on my chin and pulls it to face him, with unnecessary force.

He's angry, furious for some, or maybe he's just pissed at the way I'm still breathing
"tell me right now princess. What the fuck happend, tell me or else I'll tell your mother."  he threaten me, my eyes go wide. If he tells my mother, the queen, I won't like it.
But I don't want to tell him what happened either, why was he here anyways? It's 4 am godamnit.
" no." I say, trying to sharpen up my weak voice but it's a failed attempt.
"yes." he says, his eyes darkening. And his jaw visibly clenching.
There's no escape here, I either kick him out of the window and go back to sleep, with a fear of the previous nightmare, or tell him the truth so I can shut him up already and not tell the mere queen who is my mother.

I wrap my hand around his wrist and yank his hand of my chin, his grip is hard, too hard, so he loosed his arm and let me yank his hand away.

The only thing he did that's good.

"I had a nightmare okay! Now you can leave" I say, rushed, ashamed of the words coming out of my mouth. He stops, backs away and sits on the nearby chair in front of my bed.

"oh." he says, his face softening the slightest.
He huffs, looks away, around my room.
"you know they are not real right?" he says, his voice is sharp and harsh, almost like he's scolding me.
I don't nod, I don't speak. I just look into my lap, on my bed. God forbid this moment because I'm in my sleeping gown and he is seeing me like this right now, and oh sweet jesus, it's pink too, light pink.
I say nothing because I belive that they are true, when I wish I don't.
"look at me." I rise my head and look at him.
His face is the same.

"nightmares are made out of fear, your fear projects into your nightmaresn, so it's just a dream so because your scared of what's going on... That's why you call it a nightmare when it's just a dream." he says calmly, and logical. Thinking about the way he sees nightmares m, it's true, I am terrified of death. Even worse the death of close ones.

I nod slowly. He stands and turns, he pours a glass of water from the water container from my table, he walks back to me and hands me the water.
I wrap my shaking hand around the glass. He doesn't give me the glass, his grip tightens.

"your shaking. Drink it all" I nod and I get the glass and drink it all, I put it on the nightstand when I'm finished, I put my hands in my lap.

"deep breaths, you need to calm your nerves before you go to sleep." he says so harshly, but it's somehow helping.

I take deep breaths through my stomach and lay on my bed not caring a little if he sees me like this, he came here first anyways. His eyes spell irritation. He pulls the blanket on me with some force, not gentle at all but it's warm now. He takes a tight breath and stands and goes to the door.

"I was walking to the training room and I heard your whining. So I had to shut you up" he answered my silent question of how he got here.

"I was crying not whining".

He looks away. "if you run from your fears they will chase you, if you run towards your fears, the fear  will run away."

he says, looking away from me his  hand on the door knob.

He leaves.

if you run from your fears they will chase you, if you run towards your fears, the fear  will run away.

A/N :yes I'm writing again. I LOVE YOU ALL.