Freakshow 〰 Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children

Ch. 13 - Dreams

ᑕᕼ. 13 - ᗪᖇEᗩᗰᔕ

It's dark as hell.

I blindly reach around, my brain foggy, trying to feel a wall, or anything, but I can't. It's like I've just been shut in a colorless void.

"What the everliving fuck-?" I scream, or, well, try to. Nothing seems to be making sound, and my ears feel like I'm underwater, the pressure on my nose feeling the same way. Soon I fall to the ground, inhaling large quantities of water, choking soundlessly. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, I think hysterically, trying desperately to hold my breath, but to no avail. Just as my vision begins to darken- I think, but being in a void makes you question shit- I see it. A flash of color, a light in the distance.

Since I don't believe in the bullshit that is seeing a white light before you die, I see it more as a 'you-dumb-bitch-stop-choking-like-you're-in-a-porno' signal, and I begin crawling towards it helplessly. As I get closer I hear something, a muffled sound, like there was cotton stuck in my ears. A few feet away from it I can see.

The light was the sun, and I'm underneath a pond. But the person was someone calling in a voice I've never heard before, but then again, I've never seen them before either. He had dark hair and blue eyes that looked bright with glee and he was laughing out a sentence.

"Rosaline, you're such a dork." Um, does this dumbass think dying in black water is funny? And Rosaline? That's a new one. But before I can reach the top, it feels like someone's gripping my ankles, keeping me just below the surface. Breathing slowly becomes a bit easier, but not much.

A voice- a very familiar one- laughs melodically. "Oh stop, you love it, Millard." No way, that can't be- But my thoughts cut off as I see myself walk towards the boy that's laying on a picnic blanket. My outfit was definitely toned down- I had a blue sundress on with a lopsided flower crown on, and for some reason I knew the boy made it. His slacks were rolled up to his knees and he laid back on his elbows as I- she? Fuck, I don't know- straddled him, but, for once, my intentions didn't look sexual. My arms wrapped around his shoulders.

Holy shit, is this me? Do I get tied down? By that geek? Dang, I was hoping I'd meet a transsexual girl and we'd get drunk and party until we died from alcohol poisoning.

His eyes look up to Future/Alternative Dimension- I haven't decided which one- me, and smiles in adoration, his arms going around my waist.

"Yeah, I do." Instead of them getting all hot and bothered, Alternative Dimension me rests her head on his chest, seeming to be listening to his heartbeat, while he puts his face in her neck and seems to be watching her breath.

Are they checking to see if the other one is alive? What the hell? Finally, I've had enough, and look down into the darkness, to pry the hand from my leg, and after several minutes, I succeed, but it throws me towards the surface. My scream is quieted as I go from flying up to falling down into a seat. Looking down I see a hospital gown.

"Wha-?" I ask, but I'm cut off by Dr. Golen. When did he get here?

"He's not real Rose. You have to fight it." I look at him in confusion, but my mouth moves for me.

"Yes he is, I saw him! I saw him when no one else could!" My voice was a whisper, but I could hear the hoarse tone, like I'd been screaming, and it probably wasn't from pleasure- sorry, immature, I forgot I'm in a life threatening moment.

"It's just your brain, you need to take the medicine-"

"Give it to me again, I'll shove it up your ass." Yep, it's me. He just looks at me in disappointment, and I shift into a ball on the office chair. He turns away from me, hid hands clasped behind his back.

"You've disappointed me, Miss Portman. I thought you'd be able to be treated by now. So many counted on you." Wait, how long have I been in here? Years? Sounds like years.

"It's Mrs. Nullings." I correct coldly. I fell in love and got married to a boy named Millard Nullings? Jesus fucking Christ-

"If anything, I'd be Ms. by now." He corrects, and I notice the restraints on the chair, as my body defies against me and goes to lunge. He just sighs in bitter distraught. "Oh well, you give me no choice. I'm deeply apologetic for this."

"Apologetic for wha-" I started to mouth off, but he lunged over the desk, taking my throat in his grasp. I let out a shriek in surprise before his grip tightened, and I flailed unattractively, flimsily grasping his hands in an attempt to loosen them while I fall to the ground, the chair breaking under our weight.

"Golen... stop." I breath out despite my brain screaming to save my oxygen and shut my trap. His knuckles tighten and I let out a choked sob while murmuring for Millard. My vision has black spots and I know I'm going to die. I'm going to die on this hospital floor without my brother, without my family, without Mackena, without Millard. God, if I'm being choked to death because of him, he's probably important.

My eyes close and I hear bone cracking just as I fall unconscious.

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I wake up with a gasp, sweat rolling down my back. I shiver, curling into myself as I greedily inhale the oxygen around me. What could I have been dreaming about that made me feel like I just crawled out of my grave? I clench my fists as I try to remember anything about the dream. A pond, a blue sundress... but who's wearing it? A laugh, it's not mine, it's deeper, but not like a movie narrator. What happened to them? They're... they're checking to make sure the other ones alive.

Why would they be checking to see if they're alive?

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Hi, this is Marietta's friend Logan updating for her. She sent this to me with a quick note;

Sup, my biiiiiitcheeees. Just kidding I'm not cool. So this was a dreamscape chapter just to confuse you guys even more. Quick notes;
1) Um, we're almost to 1k, fuck my life that's cool.
2) I had to slightly change my name because my parents are strict and went to try and read this, but it's my work and I wasn't comfortable with that. I hope you understand.

So yeah, bye!