She runs her hand through my hair. Long, slow strokes. So infuriating.
My stepmother.
That liar. That stupid woman.
She murmurs in my ear, with a soothing type voice. "It's all okay, Emilia. Just a dream... It's just a dream" She says it in that false accent of hers. Everything of hers is false. It's all just an act, the way she is, with such kind motherly love around me.
She's always like this with me because she just doesn't want me to spill her secret. She talks to me like I'm a little child. I hate it.
I could have spilled the beans long ago, but I know her secret will hurt others. I don't want that. No, I don't want to hurt others, only hurt her. She's always at the door. Every single night, I have this dream. I wake up, and there she is. I don't know how she gets up here this fast. She probably stands outside the door in advance. She just wants to see me scream and shout. She wants to see me scared.
I don't like being scared.
I want to have control over my fear.
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Falling
ChickLitHave you ever dreamed that you're falling? ------------------------------------------- For Emilia, who has this dream every single night, it's a curse. And she's got one thing in mind. To stop it. Even if it means staining her hands red.
