The fall

Chapter 15

Penelope

I'm in an empty field, while heavy rain is pouring. I look down at my now soaked clothes, what am I wearing? I look more like an assassin than a solider, high heeled leathered boots at practically cover up too my knees with a pair of tight shorts and a of course some kind of tank top with a long leather jacket.

I notice my reflection in a clear puddle—my hair is bight red. I kneel down to stare at myself more clearly, only to flinch when the reflection of myself is covered in blood. I stand up immediately, stepping back—my eyes are wide in fear, what's is happening to me?

I look up to see a woman standing in the pouring rain, she's holding a black umbrella which practically covers half her back. But I can definitely see her clearly, I will always recognize the same crimson red hair I have. I run, my feet practically moving on their own. Do I know this woman?
The puddles underneath my feet splashes at every step and I immediately reach a hand out to her, I need to know who she is—don't leave me here! I call out too her, but she doesn't respond. I reach out to grab ahold of her shoulder before she suddenly disappears right before my eyes.

My hand drops back to my side at my surprise, why—why would she leave me here?
The sky who was once a heavy gray suddenly broke into something, It began twisting into an ominous shade of red. I look up—one drop was clear, the next was thick, heavier. I cover my mouth to prevent myself from vomiting at the metallic taste.
Penelope—
Each drop splattered against the ground with a sickening thud, the field turning into pools of dark, crimson rivers. Blood starts staining my skin, the sight is gruesome. I feel sick.
Penelope Dorothea!

...

I shot upright, my chest feels tight as my heart is pounding as if it's about to burst. It was dream, It was only a dream. The images of the dream were although too fresh, too fucking vivid. I can practically feel it still pressing at the back of my head. I rubbed my eyes, trying to accept that I'm back to reality and shake off the terror.
But I can't get rid of the feeling that something was wrong..

I look up at the clear sky, whose voices am I having in my dreams? I feel as if I'm going insane. I stumble up the mat, I only had a training session and decided to have a short break. Only to be interrupted by a goddam nightmare..
My breath is ragged as I stand up, I don't know what's wrong with me—ever since my hair turned red, I've been having these realistic dreams. I should probably go ask Mr. Laurens for advice, he might know.

I check the time on my watch, 10.30. He should be free and Blake should be there too since he said this morning that he's seeing his dad for a face to face report of the organization's improvements.
I clench the hilt of my sword at the thought of him, my heart starts racing. I'm such a stupid girl inlove. We haven't talked since breakfast!
Is it normal to feel this way after having sex with your boyfriend..?