What the heart never forgets (On hold )

Chapter 4- What the heart never forgets

Chapter 4

                  Sasha’s POV

After finishing my dinner, I had a shower and changed into my own comfy pajamas. I felt exhausted after the day, so I curl up in bed and turn on my IPod to block the sounds from the hospital and the city out. I’m a sleep before the first song has finished playing.

< I was back in the nice room, jogging to the big window, climbing up in the window post to press my face eagerly towards the glass so I could see better. Sitting on my knees and waiting. Waiting for something extremely good to happened, I was literally bursting with joy and excitement.

I spotted the black sleek car entering the long driveway to the house. I jump off the window post, spinning around in the air and running as fast as my feet can carry me out of the room, down a hallway, jumping on the banister, sailing down to the ground floor and towards the entrance of the house. I feel like the happiest girl alive and I have the best news in the world that I want to shout out from the top of my lungs…

The happy feeling disappear, and it’s replaced with dread. The sunny day turns to gray in my mind and I feel extremely small and helpless.

I’m suddenly a little girl that is screaming in terror, the feeling of my heart being ripped out of my chest is devastating. All I can feel is the heat from the flames and the sorrow of my soul.

But then a pair of arms wraps them selves around me and I know I’m home, turning around to burry my head in the embrace, the arms are gone like the scenery and all that surrounds me is emptiness and the feeling of absolute loss. Now it feels like my heart is broken and I’m lost in darkness all alone. >

I wake up by my own scream, soaking in sweat and my heart beating way to fast. At first I don’t understand where I’m, but then the door suddenly burst open and Dr. Robertson comes running to my bedside.

“Hi, what’s wrong?” He asks and looks down at me. His concerned look makes me give in to the feeling the dream left in me and the waterworks goes on.

I curl up in the bed and hug myself as best as I can while the tears soaks my pillow. I hear the scraping of a chair being dragged on the floor and I feel a hand patting my back to calm me down. “Shh, it’s going to be okay” he whispers in a low and warm voice.

“Can you tell me what the dream was about?” he asks and continues to caress my back with one hand as he grabs one of my hands with his other.

I manage to slow down the massive tears and calm down a bit, but I’m still trembling and feel like I’ve lost my heart. But his close presents and his hands that are comforting me are working. Slowly the terror is letting go and I’m able to find my voice. “It’s just stupid, it’s not really scary. It just makes me feel so empty and alone” I manage to get out between my last sobs whilst I rub off the last remains of tears on the pillowcase.

“Hmm, I’m here now and I would like you to tell me, and I promise I will not think it’s stupid” Dr. Robertson reassures me.

“Okay, I don’t remember everything from the dream.” I tell him.

“That’s okay, just tell me what you remember.” He answers and urges me to go on.

“As normal it started in this massive bedroom with nice light colors and a really big window with lots of sunlight shining true. I love this part of the dream because I’m so happy. I can’t remember ever being this happy, it’s difficult to explain this pure feeling off bliss.” I explain to Dr. Robertson and look up on him for the first time since he sat down in the chair next to my bed.