Hidden dreams

Chapter Eight.

                 Alice found herself in a predicament. She was tangled with many other things. She looked down to find that her previously throbbing arm was now completely healed. She looked down stunned.

                She could get hurt her but maybe in time she would heal as shown here. She moved aside the rubble and splinters, and stood brushing herself off. She looked around. She was still in the cabin but beyond that she could tell she was on an island, men lay scattered, her eyes caught the man with brown hair.

                Blue-eyes?

                She scooped up the glass she was going to kill herself with and held it firmly in her hand till it sliced into her flesh, blossoming a pain in her that reassured she was alive. She jumped up the piled up stuff she had previously been tangled in. She slowly made her way to the man ignoring the others, simply not caring. She got closer to the man, his breathing was shallow and uneven. She got close to his mouth, his breath warm and wet on her raw cheek.

                Oddly comforting.

                She pressed her hand to his warm weathered down chest. His heartbeat was there but barely. She stood back up looking around. The island had lots of vegetation, meaning there had to be fresh water around here somewhere. She looked down at the man in secret admiration.

                He looked peaceful. Almost like a freshly fallen corpse. His hair was askew all around him, bits or sand and wood entermisdt it. His blouse was torn open revealing the heavily built muscle beneath it. As he slept away she quickly walked to find water for the men who had saved her life.

                Not that it would have mattered. She was more concerned about learning about this man who haunted her dreams, and visions.

                She strolled into the jungle, not worrying about time.

                It was dark and she had built a fire (with much difficulty) and was now boiling water. She was huddled up with her arms on her knees. She waited for them to wake up. So far only one had died mostly because he had been impaled with a very large shard of wood, right through his neck. She had placed large leaves on him and had watched to make sure nothing came to eat him. Some of them rolled in their sleep but most didn’t stir which worried her greatly.

                Sizzling caught her attention.

                “Fuck!” She whispered and quickly stood, blowing on foaming pot. She removed the pot that she had found on the boat with her bare hands. The heat seared into her flesh and she howled in pain, making a few of them stir. She set the pot down sloshing water and ran to the sea. She placed her hands in the water and they released a small hiss before going cool. She sighed in relief letting her hands fall to the sand.

                When the pain had mostly subsided she took them out of the water and looked at them.

                They were very raw and red, puss oozed from the blisters that popped on their own then began to heal at a rapid pace.

                “By the Gods, are-are you a witch?” Alice jumped and grabbed her glass shard as she veered around peering into the night to see who the voice belonged to.

                It was the blue-eyed man. His mouth was open in awe. Alice took on a very red blush and looked away hiding her hands behind her back.

                She couldn’t help but want to smack him for terrorizing her but she felt like the man in her dreams was not this man here now.

                “I-I’m not a witch.” She said regaining her voice. “I’m about as human as you are.” He shrugged nodding as he stepped closer. The moon reflected off his eyes and into hers.

                Her lips parted slightly but she quickly closed them as she clenched her fist tightly around the glass. His eyes caught her movements.

                “Go ahead.” He whispered, lightly his mouth was so pink and smooth.

                With one quick, jagged movement. She stabbed at his neck, he easily caught her hand. With the other hand he grabbed her throat and slammed her to the ground. She kicked and squirmed under his warm touch that burned into her cold throat. He leaned down close to his ear his lips brushing her ear and his breath warm on her skin, creating goose bumps on her pale skin.

                “Kill me. What am I even living for anyway?” He leaned back from her, and she found her body struggling for his touch again. She tilted her head.

                “You have nothing to live for?!” She practically screamed at him.

                “My mom died and my dad left along with her leaving me practically alone, you have nothing to live for? I have nothing to live for, hell not even that long ago I tried killing myself telling myself that it was because I wanted to see someone but it wasn’t.” She stopped catching her heavy ragged breath. “I tried killing myself because I wanted to die.” She didn’t really say it to him but really to herself. The man was silent. He looked down at her hand and she suddenly realized she had been pressing the blade to her hand so hard that it had sliced through and buried its self in her soft pink flesh of her palm.

                He reached down and touching her wrist. He saw the raw pink scars that her flesh bare.

                “What are these?” He asked calmly.

                “Cuts, I used to harm myself to cope with the world.” He seemed amazed by that idea, like he had never been introduced to it.

                “I just, breathe.” She tilted her head, confused. He shrugged then looked at her expectantly than back at her hand.

                “Oh.” She whispered and slowly let go of the glass. He removed the sharp weapon from her hand and threw it aside. She opened her mouth to protest but he was already up and moving towards the bright fire that danced and flickered in the moonlit sky its flames licking at the dark sky.