Knight in Sneakers

Chapter 52 'Sam and Dean.'

How Hedge looks in my imagination ^

Entry 45

22nd October, 2016.
Saturday.
12:41 p.m

Clarke Augustan

I felt somebody brush my hair softly instantly waking me up from my sleep. Surprisingly I wasn't welcomed with the sharp migraine as usual and instead I was welcomed with a pleasant sense of mine and peace. I opened my eyes slowly and immediately smiled at the pair of warm brown orbs staring down at me with love and concern. He leaned down and kissed my forehead softly before continuing to caress my hair.

"When did you come back, Mike?" I winced at my horse voice and gladly accepted the water he turned to offer.

"Few hours ago and this is what I was welcomed with." He replied softly with a small frown. "What happened, Hurley?" He asked me. I sighed tiredly as the whole incident played in my head all over again. I guess it all started when I placed my hand to cover half of the edited picture which Allen had sent.

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It seemed so impossible but the answer was right in front of my eyes. I felt my heart tighten as the strikingly familiar cold eyes finally found its way back deep inside my memory.

They were the same. The same cold grey eyes that scarred me when I was kid. And just like that night, they hypnotised me.

Suddenly, I wasn't in Aaron's house anymore. I was back in my old house where my horrible nightmare took place every night. I was back in 2005, inside my house, watching my mom get butchered. The same scene again and again. The horrible gruesome scene of watching her blood spill down as her last breath died in her thoat before she could even complete her words to me. I feared sleeping because of the scene I had to watch before my eyes. Where I had to encounter my mom's death. And know I can absolutely do nothing to save her every single time. Know that I sat there helplessly crying at what I knew was coming. Know that I was completely useless. Crying my heart out, doing everything I could but still simply incapable of saving my hero.

I tried waking up again but I couldn't end it. It wanted endless cycle which sucked and drained all the life and energy from me. I was stuck in this nightmare again. I wanted to wake up. I need to wake up.

I can't. I can't do this. Why is this happening to me? I can't look at it anymore. Make it stop. Make it stop. I can't breath. Somebody save her. Please.

I closed my eyes tight hoping I would vanish and wake up but nothing happened. I was still watching my mom bleed but. I could hear a voice at the back of my head, which immediately calmed me down. I shut my eyes and tried concentrating only on that voice.

Baby? It said. Please calm down.

I need to calm down.

Why is this happening to me? My own voice asked me.

Maybe we need to look ahead. If we shut our eyes in fear, then we won't see the way to move forward. Another voice, strikingly similar to mine, replied.