The Heirloom Ring: Haunted Book 3

Chapter 3

Destiny’s POV

After we shared our news with my parents, Mark had to go home. But he took me out on the porch for one last kiss. I didn’t want him to leave. I loved being in his strong arms. It made me feel so safe and loved. I knew that nothing can happen when I am with him.

“I love you, Destiny,” Mark said against my lips. The feeling sent tingles down my body and had my heart speeding up. If there was such a thing as magic, I’m sure he had it. Every single touch sent shivers of need down my body. I can’t believe how addicted to him I feel. Like I needed him to breathe!

“I love you too, Mark. You made me the happiest woman on earth today! And I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together,” I whispered. I don’t know how to express my feelings properly with my words, so I hoped I was able to convey my emotions through my actions.

“Sleep well, my sweet. I wish I didn’t have to leave. Someday soon, I won’t have to leave you,” he smiled shyly down at me. That look sent giddiness through my entire being! Just thinking about the time when I won’t have to watch him walk home on his own. He won’t have to be lonely anymore! I know he doesn’t want to spend his nights by himself, and soon he won’t have to.

“I am looking forward to it,” I blushed back at him. I lean back into his body just one more time. I hide my face in his chest to cover my embarrassment. I know I shouldn’t be embarrassed about anything, but I’ve never felt like this before.

Mark brushed his lips against my forehead one last time. His lips lingered for a long while before he reluctantly pulled away from me.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” he said, finally stepping away and I watched him as he walked down the sidewalk all alone into the night, until he made the corner and was no longer in view. My heart ached for him. I hated being separate from him, and I hated how lonely he was at night. He would never complain about it, but I could feel it.

I took a deep breath and went inside. Ever since I got this ring I’ve been feeling down, which doesn't make any sense. It’s not that I don’t want to be engaged… It’s the ring itself. It feels melancholy. There was this pain in my heart that I couldn’t account for.

Mom and dad were in the living room watching a movie. I wasn’t in the mood so I said goodnight to my parents and went to my room.

I decided that it was late enough to get into my nightgown. Since its still warm out I picked out something  light and cracked my window to let in the cool breeze. Maybe that would help clear my head.

I sat down on my comfy bed and propped up my knees, and pulled out my diary. It’s been a couple days since I wrote in it, and today was very big! I just wish my diary had the answers I was looking for.

Dear Diary,

Today the most amazing thing happened! Mark asked me to marry him! Of course I said yes! I can’t wait to be his wife…

And the ring he gave me… I can’t believe how gorgeous it is! I feel like it was made just for me.
There is just this one thing- I don’t understand. The ring feels… I don’t know. Maybe angry? Can a ring feel angry?

I don’t think it’s particularly angry at me, just in general, if that makes senses.
Of course it doesn’t make sense! None of that make sense, except it feels like the truth.
I asked Mark where he got the ring and he said it was from the pawn shop. Maybe the previous owner got a divorce or something?

I don’t understand what it is, but I am hoping that I will give it some positive memories, and give it a better aura?

I don’t know, but one thing I do know is I always want to be with Mark.

I put my diary back in my drawer and turn on my fairy lights I have on my wall and turn off my lamp.

I look at my ring on my finger. Everytime I look at it I get mixed emotions. The love I feel for my sweet Mark for picking the perfect ring and asking me to be his forever, and this other… Angry/sad feeling that I can’t understand. Even in the soft fairy lights it seems to glimmer, lighting my heart. I hope I can figure out what this feeling is.

All at once the shiny sparkles from my ring turned red, splashing across my room like blood, causing panic to settle in my heart.

Suddenly a face of a girl about my age flashed in my mind. I don’t know who she is or what is wrong, but I feel her anger. Pain radiates from my heart, while fear paralyzes me.

I tried to breathe, but my lungs don’t seem to be working right and everything is coming out as short pants. Dark spots invade my vision. Blood rushed through my ears. My heart seemed to be pounding against my ribs. My head is spinning. Everything is spinning!

I don’t understand what is going on, but suddenly I am so drowsy… I just can’t… Keep my… eyes…

I’m in a dark place.

The sky is dark with stars shining brightly. It’s beautiful and warm outside. The moon is glowing against my skin, making me feel like I am glowing. The breeze is warm, blowing my black hair across my face.

A man is smiling at me. I don’t recognize him. He is very handsome with sparkling blue eyes and blond hair. There are butterflies fluttering in my belly. I don’t know why I feel this way about a man that I’ve never seen before.

He leans in and kisses me. It feels familiar and happy. Like we’ve done this forever. But I don’t understand… This isn’t Mark… Why is this man kissing me? And why can’t I stop it?

I look down at the ring on my finger. My heart squeezes. I know this ring. It’s the one Mark gave me. My beautiful ring.

Then everything turns red.

I wake up panting, sweat dripping down my body. Every inch of my body is trembling from shock and fear.

My sheets wrapped around me were completely drenched in red. My stomach clenches and I try not to vomit. The smell of copper irritates my nose and I start to heave.

What happened?

I look down at my body. My nightgown was not covered in sweat as I had assumed.  Instead of sweat, blood was spilling out from my stomach.

“AAAAAAHH!” I think I screamed loud enough to wake the entire neighborhood. I couldn’t think straight.

My lights flash on and mom and dad are in my room looking around to see what has me so distressed.

I look up at my mom and dad, trying to recover from seeing blood pouring out of my body.

“What’s wrong?” Mom cries out in confusion.

I look down  at my body and everything is clean. There is no blood. Not even a red stain. All I see is sweat covering my body.

What was going on?

“Honey?” Dad asked.

“I guess I had a nightmare?” I wondered.

How much do I tell my parents about this without them sending me to see a doctor?