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It Was Meant To Be <Part 3>

[Ever since that nightmare, Cerra kept getting more and more of those nightmares which made her paranoid every night. Making sure that Roman was asleep first before her. this night was no different.]

Cerra and Roman was in the bed together, Roman was reading a magazine while Cerra was just staring up at the bland ceiling. "You seem more restless nowadays, love." Roman said, killing the silence that nearly consumed her mind.

"Do I? Sorry if I made you worried. I'm okay, just have things in my mind." She sighs, turning her head to look at him. "How was work?" Changing the subject.

"Work was...decent," he shrugged his shoulders, closing the magazine and placed it on the nightstand. "We should get some sleep now, it's getting late." Roman began to get all snuggled up underneath the covers, closing his eyes to get rest.

Cerra looked at the time and saw that it was only nine p.m. but she knew that he has to get up pretty early for work. She closed her eyes, following his steps. Luckily, she was able to fall asleep but really she didn't want to meet the darkness.

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Her eyes bolted open, turning her head to look at him before she sat up. Awake in the middle of the night but a nightmare didn't occur. Cerra took a deep breath, deciding to maybe get out of bed to get a cup of water. She pulled the covers off her body, pulling her legs off the edge of the bed with her hands and then had the wheelchair facing her. This was going to be difficult since nobody was keeping the wheelchair from moving.

Cerra took her time getting into her wheelchair. Right hand on the left arm rest, turned her body so her left hand goes onto the right arm rest, lifted herself up using her arms and then was on the wheelchair. She was now on her way to the kitchen.

Rylie (Cerra's mom) was a thoughtful woman, leaving a rack of clean dishes on the kitchen counter by the sink for Cerra so she would be able to tend to herself without help. Once she was in the kitchen, Cerra grabbed a clean cup but it was wet like it's just been washed. Filling it with fresh water from a jug.

The night was quiet as usual, crickets being the only sound other than the wind. A cool breeze was within the walls of the house due to a few windows being open, one of them was opened in the kitchen. It was relaxing.

The cup was put on the counter once finished using it. She was then on her way back to her bedroom until suddenly someone had called for her.

"Ce..rra..." The voice belonged to a woman on the edge of death. Hands were thumping on the wood floorboards that were now colored red. It was Rylie, her head was bashed in with her face drenched in blood and her lower body was missing. "Ce...rra...." The voice echoed in Cerra's head while frozen in place.

Was this a nightmare? It can't be. It all seems too real for it to be a nightmare. Maybe Cerra was just imagining things.

"Cerra? Honey, wake up."

Cerra gasped, raising her head with her eyes wide opened. Sweat coated her skin, feeling a hand on her shoulder so she looked over at her side. It was Rylie and there was a concern expression on her face. "Mom?" Cerra mumbled, unsure if she was still dreaming.

"What are you doing so early in the kitchen? Glad to see that you're capable of getting into your wheelchair." Rylie giggled, having a soft smile on her face. Her fingers stroking Cerra's hair.

"Mom.." Cerra murmured, her eyes tearing up as she hugged Rylie tightly. She then broke down. Her hug was returned just as tightly but had left Rylie confused and concerned.

Roman came into the kitchen, having the same expression on his face as Rylie. He looked at Rylie and she looked back at him.

{The End of Part 3 of "It Was Meant To Be}
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