LOST

chapter 5

Nina's POV

I kept seeing someone stabbing him countless times, blood spilling everywhere: my face, dress, every part of my body.

I couldn't see the guy's face no matter how hard I tried; his face was blurred. He wore black clothes and held blood stained knife in his hand. I watched as Kyle kneeled in the pool of blood, his hand tied behind him

His face showed so much pain, but there was nothing he could do.

Blood kept dripping from his wounds.

I screamed, begging the person to stop, but he kept stabbing him. Not able to take the sight anymore, I run towards them without a second thought. I held him in my arms, tears falling from my eyes unto his bloodied body.

"No, no, no, no, no, you can't die, please don't die, don't die," I cried, hugging him with as much strength as I could muster. " No, no!" I kept screaming.

"You did this," the attacker said, with a voice so familiar yet distant. It sounded vengeful, animalistic even, filled with so much hatred that it shook me.

I stood up and turned to face the monster, but he disappeared into the dark without a trace, leaving me in the dark with a wounded person.

I felt something cold and small in my palm. I bowed my head to see what it was. Fear and shock consumed me as I stared at the object. It fell from my shaky hand as I staggered back. I couldn't process what was happening. Why was it in my palm? How did it get there?

Still consumed with conflicted feelings, I turned to Kyle. He looked up at me with the same fear I felt, if not more.

"Nina, Nina, wake up." I felt someone shaking me.

"Nina!" I opened my eyes and saw his face. He was not dead, he was not hurt, he was alive I threw my arms around him, hugging him tight, not sure if he was real or just a figment of my imagination.

"You are alive," I whispered, letting out a breath of relief, not ready to let go.

"Yes I am," he said, his voice just above a whisper. He pulled me away from him and looked at my relieved expression.

He stared at me. I couldn't tell what was going through his brain as he wiped away the tears from my cheeks and the beads of sweat from my forehead in a slow and gentle manner.

Who is this guy? Why did I dream about him? I kept thinking.

"Are you there?" the urgency in his voice brought me back to reality.

"Yeah." I replied, raising my head to look at him again. His face showed concern; I couldn't help but wonder why.

"Don't worry, Nina, everything will be alright," he said.

His attempt to comfort me while removing strands of hair from my face was disturbing. Why did he care?

Why did I dream about him?

"Now will you like to tell me about this dream of yours?" he asked, still looking at me. His stare pushed me to retell everything but I left out a major detail about the end: how I felt about what happened to him. It was better to keep it to myself, telling him would only boost his stupid ego.

"Why did I dream about you? Are you in danger?" I asked.

"If so, then please stay away from me. I don't need anymore dead people in my life. I have had enough," I said, pushing away from him. I needed some space but Kyle was not having it. He moved closer to me and removed the blanket I was about to use to cover myself.

"I am not in danger, I don't know why you dreamt about me but no matter what happens, I won't leave you alone, no matter what," he said, placing his hand on mine, rubbing it gently.

"Now tell me what happened. Allison called me to tell me you were missing. When I got there, she said you came back. She couldn't say anything else because we heard you scream."

I only went to Drake's place and then…
I couldn't remember. Why the hell couldn't I remember? What happened? How did I even get home?

"I don't know what happened… I only went to Drake's place because I was feeling lonely and wanted something of his but his mum was being a b*tch as always so I took what I wanted and left. I don't remember what happened after that; it's all foggy. I don't know why I can't remember," I rambled, trying to process what was happening.

He sighed, stood up and started pacing.

"I am going to ask Allison. You should lie down and get some rest. I will be back." After those words he turned, about to leave, but I stopped him.

"I am not glass. Just because I am grieving doesn't mean you can tell me what to do," I said with an eye roll.

"Oh my love, I can tell you what to do because I am your therapist or have you forgotten so soon?" he replied with a smirk on his face.

The nerve of this guy.

"I don't remember asking you to be my therapist. Even if I did, you still have no right to tell me what to do. Now do me a favor and leave me alone," I instructed, thinking the conversation was over, but also feeling my words meant nothing to him and that the devil had other plans.

"Tsk,tsk,tsk.. don't start pushing me away love. I told you before that I liked you and when I like you, it means you are stuck with me. All efforts to push me away will not get you anywhere," he said, laughing at my behavior. I was fuming, though it didn't bother him as he kept roaring with laughter.

What an insolent prick.

I ignored him, not bothering to reply, when I heard the door close.

He was gone.

Why was he interested in me? I didn't need more people in my life, seeing as the ones that were in decided I wasn't good enough or worth fighting for and left me. I couldn't handle another person.

I didn't want to go through this pain again. I was better off on my own with no one in my life.

He couldn't stay.

He had to go.

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