Wishing I Could Save Myself from a Life I Despise: My Shadowed Life Series

Chapter 35: A Cruel Dream

Because I know you are bored... so here is the last chap...

and this is also for you Melissa ;D

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Recap chap 34:

I closed my eyes and fell to the ground in unimaginable pain. My body stiffened and felt like it was floating away from reality. I was lost deep in my mind, all of my thoughts on Max and how he would never meet his children. I wanted to die, but I needed to live, for Max’s children which grew steadily in my abdomen.

I drifted aimlessly in the darkness, not searching for anything, because there was nothing left worth searching for if Maxim was dead.

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Chapter 35: A Cruel Dream

I was lost in the darkness, succumbing to the deep depression that covered me but I had no recollection of the reason surrounding it, or how long I had been wandering alone in the shadows. All I knew was that it felt like a huge hole had been punched in my chest and that my heart was forcibly removed from it. It left me feeling cold and empty.

Suddenly, my body began to shake gently, but steadily. My eyes snapped open but my mind was hazy. I couldn’t remember my surroundings or why I was there. First, I looked around confused, but reality set in quickly. My eyes fell upon a pair of dark brown orbs that were very familiar. I had stared into these eyes more times than I could count, with apprehension and fear. He smiled uneasily at me, as if he was actually concerned for once. His strong features were the same, but he looked younger, years younger then I remembered him to be.

When I surveyed my surroundings again, I realized that we were not alone. People I once called friends when I was 15, stared back at me with equally confused and worried eyes. Grant and Emilia looked so young as well, like they hadn’t aged at all in the last 5 years. What the hell was happening and why were they with me? My mind was slowly closing off, and my memory was getting fuzzier as the seconds ticked by.

When I turned to question my friends, I caught of fleeting glimpse of something shinning in my peripheral vision. I stared curiously in the direction of the object, but was shocked to realize that I was in the library, the same library where I had spent a lot of time as a teenager hiding from Carl.

I got up to get a better look around but was utterly shocked when I caught sight of my own reflection in the window. I looked just like I had when I was 15, so young, innocent and like I hadn’t endured so many years of torment.

Torment? Why did I think that? I couldn’t remember but it felt like I had just awakened from an awful nightmare that I remembered, but at the same time had no recollection of. All of this seemed familiar to me, and so did so many other thoughts that popped into my head. I just couldn’t reconcile what they meant or why I was thinking about them at all.

I moved to search for the object that seemed to draw me to it like a magnet, but my movements were halted by a firm hand on my arm. When I turned to question the person who had stopped me, he spoke suddenly.

“Trini, where are you going?” Chester asked, his voice laced with confusion. I was befuddled myself, but I had no answer for him. I knew I had to see the object, I was drawn to it, I just didn’t know why that was. I shook the haze out of my head and inquired what was happening and why I couldn’t remember.

“What the hell is going on Ches?” I asked apprehensively. I clenched my hands instinctively, as if frightened and expectant. My right hand was burning, like an intense fire scorched in my palm. When I searched it for the source of the strange sensation, I found nothing, just a slight redness that was oddly shaped.