Strength

Chapter Ten: Nightmares

Ash's POV

I snap awake out of the bed that I've been sleeping in for what seems like forever. The number of days I've been here has slipped from my mind for I haven't been keeping track. I run a hand through my messy brown hair and get up. I look over and notice the door to my room is open.

Walking over cautiously I stick my head out and look down the hallways to my left and right that are lit up with emergency lights causing an eerie glow to illuminate them. It reminds me much like dauntless.

Then I hear an ear piercing shriek causing me to whimper and cover my ear. But that scream is familiar. My eyes widen as I can recall the freckles that flash in my memory.

I run down the hallways following the screams that I suffer from. My cold bare feet slapping the ground. I stop and look around with wide eyes searching for the screams.

I hear a sad sob from the hall to my left. I also hear Tobias' voice shouting from the other hall. Immediately I choose the one with the sad sobbing due to the fear I have of Tobias. My stomach becomes queasy just from his name. I turn and run into a room only to get a blow to my chin causing me to scream in pain and fall my back shooting with darts and stabs of pain. I feel a tear slip out of my eye and my vision tip and sway.

I sit up with my feet to my side and my hands on the ground holding my shaking body up. Hair falls in my face as I look to see a little girl sitting in a chair strapped down. Jeanine stands a smirk on her face holding a gun to the little girl's head.

"Losing life is painfully physically. Can only imagine what Eric went through Ms. Eaton. And now the girl will experience that pain." She says and I look at the girl.

Tears falling down her cheeks with freckles dotted on them. Brown short hair clinging to her wet face from sweat and tears. Her green eyes filled with more tears and her body pale and shaking.

My eyes widen when I see and realize it's Sally.

The first image that comes to mind of thinking about this little girl is J but my stomach churns again much like it does when I hear 'his' name.

"Help me." Sally whimpers looking over at me. I look at the gun and images of him flood my mind causing me to clutch at my hair and pull on it closing my eyes and whispering to myself.

"He's not here he's not here he's not here." I whisper to myself opening my eyes.

"Any last words?" Jeanine asks the small girl but she only lets out a cry as tears fall down her face. "I want my sister." She cries causing my knees to feel weak. I look back up at her feeling guilt twist through my entire body along with a feeling I've never felt. I lunge at Jeanine with strength I did have before.

I hear a loud bang and suddenly my world tips and sways. Nausea is a new feeling I feel. I feel my eyes start getting heavy and my vision blackening at the edges. I look up at Sally only to see a little girl with her head hanging low, tear stained cheeks, skin paler than ever.

Just as I start to close my eyes-

I jolt up screaming, tangled in the blanket that is provided for me. I feel the wetness on my cheeks along with my forehead and back.

It was a dream

I take deep breaths and hear the door open. Looking up I see the last person I would ever expect to see,

"Peter?"