🥀Raven and Wolf🥀

Chapter 10- Developments

In the dark, cold night I bolt upright, suddenly nowhere near where I should be.

I remember the room around me, the bed underneath me... but its not the unfamiliarity thats unsettling but instead the complete recognition of where I am.

Where I am.

The Seattle penthouse. And this time, I wake up with chains around my ankles and wrists. I'm well and truly stuck as I try to pull and yank on the binds.

Hot, pointless tears stream down my face.

Am I never going to be free?

The thought, one that sticks in my head like a rat in a glue trap, haunts me. It echos in the room despite the fact I never did utter a word out loud.

I never will be free.

Soon, my sobs cut off, something lodged in my throat snuffing out any and all protests I have about this situation.

And then I cough, and for a moment I'm oblivious to that reality of what exactly is choking me, and I want that moment back.

A dark, coagulated liquid spatters on my white bedsheets, dribbles down my chin.

I reach a hand up to wipe it away, only to find thick trails of sticky blood straming from my mouth.

Panic infuses me, causing me to rapidly check my face and mouth until I find the source of the flow.

My neck.

A thick gash runs from ear to ear. And with a start I look around, seeing for the first time that blood stains everything. My hands and clothes, bedding and the walls. Everything.

And with another start, I realize that there's something cold and hard pressed in my hand, clutched in my grasp like either a lifeline or a freying rope.

A knife.

I did this?

I did this?!
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A scream dies in my throat when I wake from the dream, my body jolting up with my hands on my throat.

Just a dream.

I wipe my tears from my face, sniffling from the saline thats made its way into my nose.

Just... a dream.

Standing, I go to the bathroom first, not bothering to turn the light on while I splash my face with the coldest water my faucet will give me.

When I'm done, with my breath even and my mind not stuttering in its actions, I move to go back to bed.

And one look at the messed up white and gray fabrics has me cringing, my body still not ready to face sleep again.

Tea it is, then.

I don't know how late it is, but its late enough that everyone thats staying in the house is either fast asleep or well on their way.

Only when I read the time from the clock on my microwave do I understand that there's little chance of anyone being up.

Three-fifteen am.

Great. My alarm goes off in only a few hours and I'm still dead tired with little chance of going back to sleep any time soon.