Freedom (No More Updates)

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

“We’ll rest here for the night.” Ky says. He’s obviously tired because even in the dark I can see his eyes drooping.

“Good plan.” I yawn and Ky grabs two sticks and starts making a fire.

I sit down on the grass across from him and take my sweater off revealing the light blue shirt I put on this morning.

I see a spark out of the corner of my eye and turn to look at the fire that has erupted from the two sticks. “How’d you do that?” I ask in awe.

He shrugs, “Practice?” Using his sweater as a pillow, he lies down and drifts off, leaving me with my thoughts.

I stay by the fire for just a couple more minutes, warming up, before I too need to sleep. I pull my sweater over my shoulders and lie down, drifting off into oblivion.

In my dreams I see a man, a hooded man; his face is blackened by the shadow of his hood casting upon his face. There’s a girl too. She looks young, in her teenage years maybe. She has light brown hair and seems to be grabbing something. My heart starts to race, this can’t be good. The hooded man starts to walk towards her. I want to say something to her, to scream, to tell her someone’s behind her, but I can’t and I don’t know why I can’t. The man’s getting closer and I want to scream so loud, I want to run up to her and tell her, but my feet seem to be glued to the ground. The man grabs her, she screams for help and I want to run up to her and get her away, she screams again and I feel powerless, I can’t help her, why can’t I help her? She struggles to break free from his grasp and screams once again, I feel sick just sitting here watching her struggle. I scream as he punches her, knocking her out. He shoves her in a bag and starts to walk away, a boy screams for her.

Someone starts talking to me shaking me, “Lily! Lily! Wake up! Lily! Come on!” I wake up to see Ky over top of my shaking me and saying my name. I see his eyes go wide as he realizes that I’m awake. He pulls me into a hug and, still dazed, I wrap my arms around him.

“It felt so real.” I exclaim.

“I know, I know, but it wasn’t.” He whispers into my ear. I focus on his arms around me, how I can feel his muscles tensing, and it relaxes me. My heart rate starts to slow down and Ky pulls me out of our hug with his hands resting on my shoulders and studies my eyes.

“What happened?” I ask. I need to know why he was in such a panic.

“You started screaming, telling someone to look out.” He starts, “At first I thought there was someone in our camp being attacked, but when I looked around and saw no one I looked at you and it looked like you were having a heart attack, nearly gave me one too. All you would do was scream. What scared me the most was that you never opened your eyes. How bad was that nightmare?”

“Pretty bad.” Is my answer.

“Well, it’s sunrise, and I don’t think either of us will be able to sleep for a while, so do you want to get moving?”Ky suggests.

“Ya, maybe a walk will take my mind off of... things.” I agree.

Ky grabs his sweater and wraps it around his waist as I stomp on the fire, putting it out.

“Ready?” he asks.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

As we walk, I think about him, Ky, how he wrapped his arms around me, the worry in his voice, the concern, all the emotions I’m sure he never would have shown just yesterday when I had met him. His eyes the deep shade of blue, endless blue, full of so much more than he lets on. He’s mysterious. I want to know more about him, but I’m afraid to ask. Why does he make me feel this way? What am I feeling? I don’t know this feeling, whatever it is. I need to hear his voice; we have been walking in silence for too long. I’ll just start up a conversation.

“So,” I start, “what’s yo-“

“Shh.”He interrupts.

“Wha-“

“Shh.” He did it again.

“Are you moody or do you just hate the sound of my voice?” I ask. “Did Mr. Grouchy end up on the wrong side of the bed?” I say baby voiced.

He gives me a look of confusion. “Do I know you?” He asks, “And none of the above. I’m shushing you because I hear something, do you not?”

I hear a faint chant of some sort, I can’t quite make out what they’re saying, but I defiantly hear something.

I look at him and say “We just can’t catch a break, can we?”