I met Valentina when I was 9. It was the day of my birthday. Dad was sleeping wasted on the couch and mom was at work but Noah decided to take me to picnic. We were on our way to the forest which trapped huge, glorious lake inside. It was my favourite place. So peaceful, so calm, so divine. But as soon as we entered the Main Street crowded with people the ground shook and a building next to us started collapsing. Someone had put a bomb. Explosion set me on my knees and I felt Noah's body covering mine. He grabbed my hand and tossed me to the side barely managing to avoid being buried alive with the rubble. The alarms started echoing against the buildings and my skull. Chaos. People started screaming, running, trampling each other. The metallic voice started ordering hiding in the bunker. The sound hurt my ears. And suddenly, a wave of flood of people separated me from Noah's embrace. I was too short, he couldn't see me in the crowd. Someone pushed me in the rush, I fell down on the ground hitting the concrete with my cheek bleeding out on it. I was panicking, hyperventilating, in shock, chaos, agony. The horror I was going through was so blinding to me that I stopped hearing, seeing, feeling. I covered my ears with my hands and tried to calm, to think, to live. But I couldn't. I couldn't move. And in that very moment, the moment I was about to collapse from fear she grabbed my hand. I looked up to a little, pale face inches from me. Her blue eyes flicked between mine. I saw panic in them but a shy smile came across her face. She helped me to get up and holding hands not to get lost we rushed to the bunker. Only there, when we were trapped underground in a mental box, attacked by tens of people from every side, sitting behind the wall, terrified and lost she talked to me.
,,I'm Valentina Nikitin. I'm 9." She said with her shy smile that is so her and stayed with her until present. She reached her tiny hand to me and I gave her mine.
,,I'm Eden Hady Webster. And I'm 9 too." I replied.
And ever since, we were inseparable.
Not alone.
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THE DREAM CATCHER
Mystery / ThrillerA BOY WHO ALWAYS FELT AND WANTS TO STOP FEELING. A GIRL WHO NEVER FELT AND WANTS TK START FEELING. ~ For everyone, who thought they shouldn't feel. ,,If I could I would spend my whole life in a dream."
