chapter 18

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I wake up in the middle of camp. I stand to take in my surroundings, but there is nothing to take in. Camp is completely empty. I look up to the sky. The clouds above me are black. I hear a grumble come from the sky. I come to the conclusion that it must be thunder. I look straight ahead of me again and see Devan standing in front of me. Blood stains his shirt.

"No sorry?" Attitude drips for each word

"You did it to yourself," I say feeling no remorse.

"Really? I recall you being the one holding the knife. This exact knife." He informs me holding up his knife and waving it around like some toy. "You could have knocked me out or something, but you didn't! You fucking killed me!" He boomed. Blood spits out his mouth and thunder rumbles louder then before.

"You didn't give me a choice!" I yell back.

"There is always a choice! You choose to kill me! So now I'm going to return the favor." I expect him to start walking towards me but he doesn't. He stands rooted to the same spot. I drags the knife across arm. That's when I begin to feel a searing pain on the same part of my arm he cut. I look up at him confused and he just smiles. That's when he raises the knife. I know what he's about to do.

"No!" I yell. I reach out but it's to late. He plunges the knife into his stomach. I scream out in pain. I feel the effect of the knife automatically. Blood begins to spread over my shirt. I clasp my stomach trying to stop the bleeding. I begin to get lightheaded and fall to the ground. I look up to see Devan standing above me. He kicks my arm forcing me to turn onto my back. He crouches down beside me playing with his knife.

"Hurts like a bitch doesn't it? You did this to yourself." He teels me with a wide grin. Then he raises the knife again. He plunges it down again and I scream.

I wake up screaming. I feel two hands on my shoulders. I fall to the ground and scramble away. "It's ok! It was just a dream." I pull my knees up to my chest and try to steady my breathing. I look up to find Dean. He begins to slowly walk towards me showing his hands.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry. I didn't mean- I just-" I don't want to scare him. He joins me on the ground. He wraps his arms around me. He begins to rock side to side. I bury my face in his shirt. He still smelt like fresh arm. "It's ok. You're ok." He cooed over and over. I begin to relax. I feel safe. I feel at home in his arms. For the first time since I came back to camp I feel like everything will be ok.

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Days went by and with each passing day I got better. I'd be lying if I said I was over what happened. There was still a heaviness in my chest. I'm not sure if it will ever go away. I do know that I refuse to let it keep me from living my life.

I head down to the creek to take a quick bath. One the way there I notice people staring again. Ever since I got here people had been staring. Expect the fretful looks i recived when i firt got here had turned into sympathetic ones after the incident with Devan.

After my bath I head back up to my tent. I'd been spending a lot more time here. If I wasn't doing laundry I was here. Not particularly doing anything; just thinking. Thinking usually ended up with me in tears, but it was better then the days where I would wonder aimlessly around in my mind feeling nothing. Before my mind can start wondering to far down the rabbit hole Sophie enters the tent.

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