Having Fun Falling Hard

Chapter 10 The Dream

Chapter 10

Kara's P.O.V.

Once we made it home Cameron wanted to talk to me about something with the pack. I guess its time for me to get up and get motivated to be the leader they deserve.

I casually walk to the living room and sit on the the couch while on the inside my mind is havoc amd thoughts going to me not being an adequate leader or the time Cameron and I had alone together will be ephemeral; short lived. I liked nights we stayed watching movies and talking each other until we were fully induced in sleep.

My thoughts brush away as I quietly drift off to dreamland.

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"No! No!" I hear screaming while my eyes bolt open. In a flash everything is white then it dims where its only barely visible of my shadow. I lift my arms from my sides and can make out that they are black, purple, and blue. My legs have cuts all through them. I try to move my legs but they feel like the weight of dried cement. I feel warm hot tears running down my cheeks. I don't know why I'm crying but I guess I have a good reason.

Wait. Right there.

I saw a sliver of light from underneath the thick metal door at the edge of the square room. I gave a sigh filled with despair. A man appeared from the now open door with an austere expression.

  "Move. Get up and go." He says in a stern voice. I wouldn't want to anger this man so I try to lift myself from the ground. I feel as if gravity is pulling against me while I struggle to get on my knees. I gasp as he lifts me up from my stomach and all the air leaves my lungs again. I walk slowly to the door, stopping to ask the man... Anything. Where do I go? How am I to get out wherever this is. Why am I here? The questions are endlessly piling themselves in my mind but he's gone before I can even say thank you. I wouldn't have been able to get off the ground let alone open the door if he didn't help.

How did he just disappear from thick humid air. I know most would say thin air, but that is definitely not the case here.

I stumble over my own feet as I feel my way through the pitch black hallway. Come to think of it, he wasn't carrying a light, his eyes were white and lit up enough to see my surroundings but he is gone now and I can only rely on my other heightened senses.

I walk for what feels like a long time. But, then again when you can't see where your going a few steps feel like an eternity. The hallway no longer is a hallway I feel the corner and it goes wider that I can reach for both sides. I am conflicted with whether to go across or stick to a wall.

My dilemma get pushed on the back burner when I hear a noise and movement. I stealthily move towards the sound. As I grow closer it turns out to be sobs, muffled by something. I squint to try and project an outline of what it is. I push my hands forward and come into contact with metal bars. A prison cell? That is kind of cruel. It sounds like a woman crying. She could be in worse condition than I am. When my fingers touch the chilly bars with a small 'clink' the cry stops.

My eye adjust more and I can't see her face she is hovering over someones head that is laying in her lap. His chest rises and falls but they are short and shallow breaths. She heard my fingers when they came in contact with bars so she stopped slowly. The woman lifted her head and I saw it wasn't a man it was a child she was crying over. 

When I looked over their features I realized something. They looked oddly familiar like I could have known them before.It felt like a jolt once I put my pieces together.

That was my mom and she was crying over my sister.

But didn't they die in the fire?