Chaptire Six: The Dreamer's Resolve
The Martinez and Funtes sat in a dark home, resembling the age that they were violently thrusted just a few hours before. Sabrina sat on the floor with her Aunt laid out on the couch behind her, incoherently sobbing. The girl had grown tired of consoling her, nothing she could say or would give her the relief she needed; they both needed.
But she couldn't leave her side either. Sabrina rested her head against her back, feeling her sorrow vibrate through her small frame. The teen weakly patted her before stifling a yawn in her fist. It was late, and while she had no idea what time it was, her body felt a float and her lids were threatening to shut for the night. She couldn't fall asleep though, not when her Aunt needed her, not when that dream was still breathing down her neck.
Every time she had a chance to let her thoughts speak, it would creep up on her. The bathroom, the girl, the door and her Uncle. Sabrina used to believe that dreams were just subliminal messages sent from the deepest crevasses of your brain and they were meant to either entertain unformed thoughts or warn you. But this dream, or rather nightmare, felt like a tucked away window peering out on a burning world.
And Sabrina was too terrified to fall asleep because of it.
What if she went to that window again and found nothing? No Travis, no Javi and no Uncle Bill. No plane, just scrapped metal and fire. Just ashes of the ones she loves. She couldn't go through that grief a second, nor third, nor fourth time. She couldn't take another funeral, another 'it should've been me'. But..
The window wasn't locked. She could reach out and feel the flames of the vision as if she was a part of it.
It was a ridiculous thought, hysterical even, but there was no harm in testing it out. If she was wrong and it was just a coincidental dream, then she would go back to therapy and move on. But if it was an open window, then she could try to taste the fire. After all, it wouldn't be her first time getting burnt.
With her Aunt's mourning came to a peaceful hum, Sabrina decided to let herself fall asleep too. Her anxiety started welling up, wringing her stomach in a knot but she remained still. And eventually, as her body settled in to rest, she felt It's hands wrap around her ankles. She wasn't able to react though as it dug its claws into her skin, dragging her away from her Aunt, out of the barren home and into the abundant woods.
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Mack spent a few minutes by Vick's side before the self appointed nurse caused her to pass out again. All it took was a bit of nail polish remover against her burnt skin and while Mackenzie saw validity in her reaction, she also spited her for it. Because before Vicktoriya could hit the ground, the curly haired girl started nagging at Mackenzie and bossing her around.
It made sense, Mackenzie only had a few scratches on her and despite the loss of her father, she was more mentally available than others. But she was hanging on a thin thread and after ripping cloths for a millennia Mack was beginning to wonder if she should also rip the poodle looking bitch a new one.
A scream freed Mack of her captor and she watched as she ran towards the scene. Mack was curious but she wasn't in the mood to take another horrendous sight. Still, the chaos engulfed her anyways, concerned rambling filled her ears and the word Dad echoed through her skull. Without realizing, her breathing began to hitch and her veins pounded with a nauseating beat.
