𝙒𝙃𝙀𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙆𝙔 𝙄𝙎 𝙉𝙊 𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙀 - 𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙣 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙮

Wounded

Emma's eyes slowly opened, her head aching. She peered around at her surroundings to see where she had woken up. There was nothing. It was all black.

"Where...am I?" She wondered aloud, spinning around in the empty darkness that surrounded her. There was faint voice that cut into the darkness. "Trap." It repeated over and over again in a hushed tone. "Trap?" Emma whispered out into the darkness.

There was another noise, this time it sounded like rustling bushes. Emma turned around again, frightened by the sound. "Hello?" She called out, she could feel her knees wobble underneath her. Nothing scared her more than the dark.

"Run." The voice chanted, repeating itself again. Her eyes widened with fear as the voice rang throughout the darkness. She tried to get her feet to move but they stayed firmly planted to the ground even though every fiber of her being said to listen to the voice and flee.

There was a stinging, throbbing sensation that came from the back of her head. She screamed out, grasping the back of her head, feeling blood trickling out. She turned to see what caused it but nothing was there.

She screamed at the burning sensation that from her cheek. Her knees buckled as she grabbed on to it. More blood.

Suddenly she couldn't breathe as she was lifted ten feet up into the air. She clawed at her neck as if she were searching for a hand as she desperately gasped for air. There was nothing. As she started to black out from the lack of oxygen, she was dropped from the air, landing on her back. She cried out in pain again.

"Danger." The voice repeated over again as she stared up from where she had landed. She couldn't get up no matter how hard she tried. She struggled in the darkness until a figure came into view.

"Liability." Miles's cool voice was thick with bloodlust. Emma stated up at him confused as he pulled out a hand gun. She struggled even more to get up, fighting against whatever held her down. "No! Wait! Please!" She pleaded, tears straining out of her eyes. "Please!"

"Emma!" Owen's panicked voice rang out, shaking her at her shoulders. Emma sprung awake, hitting who she thought was an attacker in the face. "Jesus!" Owen groaned bringing Emma to reality.

She peered around at her surroundings to see that she was at home in her room. The pale moonlight drifting through the window making everything appear illuminated. She looked towards Roscoe who had jumped on the end of the bed, panting nervously.

"Oh my god." Emma gasped as she looked over to Owen, grasping on to his mouth. His lip was cut open, the blood puddling in his hand. "What happened! Oh my god. I'll be right back." Emma rushed out, throwing the blanket up from her legs.

Owen grabbed on to her wrist, restraining her from leaving the bed. She looked back at him in surprise. "It's...fine." He reassured her with a calm look. There was a slight panic that was held in his eyes, probably from her losing her control.

Emma sheepishly lied back down, covering her legs in the soft cream comforter. Roscoe laid his head down atop of her stomach as if he were listening to her baby move around.

Owen let out a hiss and winced as he touch the split in his lower lip. His tongue swiped across the cut, getting a taste of the saltiness of the wound. He let out a dry laugh. "You got me good." Emma sighed and shook her head from side to side as she began rubbing Roscoe's head.

She was frustrated and disappointed. The dreams were bad. But she had never thought she'd hurt someone while having a night terror. She looked at the clock on the bedside stand on Owen's side of the bed. 2:26 a.m. She had only been asleep for three and a half hours. She'd never be able to get back to sleep after that dream.