REVENGE ✔

C16 - THE PSYCHIC

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The angelic voices of children's laughter, the chirping of birds, the barking of Donald - the neighbor's German Shepard probably chasing it's poor feline victim all over the lawn. The beautiful singing voice of her mom could also be heard.

She was Home.

How?  Is the question, she was confused. She tried getting up but her throbbing headache said not.

She placed her palm over her forehead, she was burning up. Beads of sweat trickled down her temples as she let out a sigh, she sniffed - catarrh.

"Okay," she started to say to herself, "this is just another dream, pretty soon Mary is gonna surprise me." then she exhaled, her heart beat faster at the mention of the name 'Mary'. Deep down she hoped it wasn't and she was really at Home.

She swallowed her spittle, her tongue was sour. She could feel her headache increasing as it also beat the rhythm her heart produced. She had a sickening feeling and she couldn't even move her body around much. She thought of calling out to her mom but it would be pointless, her voice was ruffled and low that even if her mom stood at the end of the bed, she wouldn't hear a thing.

Footsteps were heard coming up the stairs as her mom's hums got louder with every step climbed. Catalina was relieved, her mom was probably coming to check up on her. She was disappointed to hear her mom's door creak open instead, oh no. She couldn't bear the pain of the headache anymore as tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, down to her ears. She was in pain.

"Mom." She called out, of course as expected, the waves of the sound of her voice hardly went past the door. She coughed.

She gave up any attempt to reach out to her mom, she didn't want to close her eyes. She liked the comfort that Home made her feel and she thought closing her eyes would abrupt that, probably bringing her to a place where Mary might want her to be.

The creaking of her mom's door was heard again then it got shut. She heard her mom's footsteps go down the stairs, how can her mom not try to check up on her? She doesn't even know if her mom knows she was Home. She was weak to her bones to move. She tried, but to no avail.

The rhythmic sound of the door bell was heard from downstairs, 'probably John.' she thought.

Hoping that John would ask about her and her mom might try checking on her.

After a few minutes of self torture, footsteps were heard coming up the stairs. Not just one person, she heard a few. Definitely not two people either. She saw her door handle turn, as much as she'd love to feel safe with that, she didn't. Her heart beat boosted itself to an increasingly amount of pace and her mouth aided her breathing as her eyes kept it's gaze locked at the door anticipating the presence of whoever was trying to come in.

"Hey baby, you have visitors." her mom said as her head popped from the outside.

Then she opened the door wide, letting in masculine figures. Four of them, coming in and trying not to meet her gaze. An expression of sadness and worry plastered all over their faces.

"I'm gonna leave the door opened, you boys try not to suffocate her with a pillow okay?" her mom smiled and walked out of the room. Leaving the door to close itself halfway through.

"Catalina," Jim took her hand as he sat on the bed, "how are you feeling?"

She looked at him, pondering within herself. She still had no idea what was going on, and as far as she could remember she was mad at them for accusing her wrongly. But her heart was betraying her, Jim's touch was all that was needed to wipe away the odds. And she didn't even know if it was the real Jim.