They say every cloud has a silver lining. Cliché, I know. But, with twenty-year-old psychology student - Meliora Simmons, the clouds only appear to turn a darker shade of gray with no evidence of a bright side. Nightmares haunt her since her childho...
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❰ Meliora ❱
I woke up to a peculiar feeling of being trapped somewhere. Only, I was trapped in my mess of a room, lying in my bed, wearing freshly laundered pajamas instead of the rugged and bloody clothes from last night. Although the smell of the lemon detergent was refreshing, it didn't fool me from realizing what a terrible state my body was in. My entire body ached and even though the temperature in the room was adequate, my body was warmer than usual, not to mention the throbbing pain in my head that only seemed to grow stronger by the minute. I extended my arms to hold the side of my head only to realize it was wrapped around a bandage. The attack, I had hit my head last night.
My hand instantaneously flew to my neck as I recalled last night's events, the wolf's attack. Perplexed to find nothing, I looked down as much as I could and indeed, there was nothing. No wound, no scratch, no bump, nothing. I quickly rushed to the nearest mirror located on a vintage dresser right across the bed, and almost dug my face into it to see if my eyes had deceived me; they hadn't. There indeed was no sign of an attack left on my neck. How was that even possible? I had felt the wolf's claws on me, the pain and the feeling of being set on fire I had endured was hard to forget. There was no way the wound could've disappeared overnight.
As much as it baffled me, realizing that my necklace was also missing from my neck caused a wave of panic to hit my core, rumbling my insides out of nervousness. That was a family heirloom and my mother had specifically warned me against taking it off, not on one but numerous occasions. Sh**t! I had to find it under all circumstances.
Hearing muffled sounds from just outside my room, I carefully opened the door to reveal two of my best friends arguing about how irresponsible we were. Well, it was mostly Ethan who scolded Casey, however, she did occasionally fight back. They failed to notice my presence until I cleared my throat twice as loud. Each of them froze, their fingers that pointed at each other coming to a trembling halt midair. Then, they slowly looked in my direction, relief washing over both their faces. Casey rushed towards me and engulfed me into one of her post-summer break reunion hugs. Overwhelmed and perplexed by the gesture, I barely hugged her back.
"Okay," I said with a chuckle, unable to understand the sudden burst of emotion. "Easy now, I just saw you last night."
From behind Casey, I watched as Ethan's forehead contorted into a wrinkle, his relieved expression long lost. Casey slowly parted and looked at me with the same look Ethan was - a look of pure disappointment and sadness. Was I missing something?
"Mel, that was two nights ago," Casey explained, her voice low and laden with guilt.
"What!?" The word roared out of my mouth, carrying a clear hint of disbelief. To say that I was surprised would be a colossal understatement of how I actually felt; I felt like the rug I was standing on, had just been pulled from under me. How did I end up being knocked out for two whole days?
