Inheritance

Chapter 15

Super late! Super sorry! I've got schoolbreakbrain
Another dreamchapter

I am in a super familiar forest. A moss-covered boulder sits off to the side of a mostly-covered stone pathway. DUH!! This is the same place from my dream. (The one where no one dies.) Suddenly the fuzzy memories I have of that particular dream clear up. The fair haired boy, what he said, this place. Speaking of. There comes the blondie now, trailing out of the forest. His eyes locked on the stone path before him as he mumbles. He looks like someone painted invisible marmite over his top lip. His entire face is scrunched up.

"... and then she has the nerve to-" i clear my throat. His eyes finally lift off the mossy stones and meet mine. He scoffs. "Oh. You again."  What? "Last time I was here you were a lot nicer you know," I state, crossing my arms. He looks a bit aggravated. "Yeah well last time was last time. No one messed up my head then."  His eyes storm, drawing taut. The marmite-smelling expression's still on his face, and trust me for a guy as... not-bad looking(?) as him, it ain't doing him any favours. "Chopface. Dreamdude. Come on. Don't let a girl, if I heard your mumblings correctly, mess with your head to the point where you take it out on others. This is my dream. I'll knock it into your head if you don't understand. Capischè." He rolls his eyes but nods anyway. "Whatever."
He disappears from in front of me only to reappear on the boulder. The sight lets today and the reality ofeverything that happened crashes into my mind. Oh shit. Everything. Everthing. Trystan, Livore, Rex, Chris, Ami... AMI!!! I can feel myself breaking down, bit by bit. "You okay Katei?" dreamdude voices from his spot on the boulder.

I can't breathe. The beautiful forest around me, doesn't seem as beautiful anymore. It's getting darker while it's light. Like a winter sun hiding behind stormclouds. The sunlight that filters through the canopy above paints everything in a cold, dark light. My lungs start to pinch, the burning semsation growing , protesting the lack of air. My mind feels clouded, stuffed. Like I'm standing in the middle of a crowd of bustling strangers with no way out. Each one of them touching me as they bump and shove others, manoeuvering their way out of the throng of faceless people. I can't. This is too much. My chest rushes with cold air as a bit of air trickles in as I open my mouth, only to constrict again as a silent screech echoes around me. Everything is too much. The feel of my clothes touching my body, the sensation of the hair in the nape of my neck, touching the skin. Even the feel of the hair on my head is driving me insane.
Thunder echoes around my and a bright light flashes overhead. Stray drops penetrating the canopy mixes with the tears running down my cheeks. The rain drops run down my skin, cooling the burn on my skin. But it's not enough. It's like my body's boiling from the inside out.
I feel a cool hand close around my wrist, another on my face. I open eyes I hadn't realised I closed and stared into a face of a familiar stranger. His lips move, forming unheard words. Both his hands move to my shoulder as he pulls me to him. Crushing me in a hug as it continues to storm around us, turning his golden hair a light brown. Drops drip down from the tips of his hair, as I absolutely lose my cool. The day, finally, taking its toll. My emotions catching up on hours of confusion and turmoil at once.
After a while things seem to calm down. The rain lets up and my tears stop. The once cool touch, now warms my chilled skin as Dreamboy holds me. I feel his lips on my forehead and his fingertips running through my waterlogged locks. "Breathe. I've got you, don't worry. You're safe. You're safe." I choke on a sob. "Shhhh, everything will be okay." We stand like that until the last of my anxiety seeps away and my tears dry. Him, holding me,  playing with my tangled strands of hair, occasionally jist putting his lips against my forehead, inhaling, an unexpected comfort.

I

awkwardly pull away from him. He's taller than I thought, at least ten inches taller than yours truly. He looks down. Worry and... anguish? apparent in his eyes. "You okay there KitKat?" I chuckle a bit. "I'd be a lot better if you had an actual KitKat on you." Satisfied that I'm not going to freak out again, he steps back a bit. "Well won't you know it." He pulls out an actual fricken Kit Kat from his jacket pocket. He holds it toward me and I, the mature seventeen year old, grab at it like a sugar-starved kindergartener. I peel open the wrappen and start the process of eating KitKat the right way, the only and beat way to make it last.
You break off a finger and the eat it, layer for layer.
First the surrounding chocolate, then wafer layer by wafer layer.

His hand goes to the small of my back, causing a fuzzy feeling. Probably just the chocolate I decide while I continue the painstaking process of eating my KitKat. He leads me to the boulder and sits on the one side. Not one to stand unnecessarily I nearly break my neck climbing onto the boulder without my hands and then proceed to sit cross legged.

My face feels tight from the dried tears, but I feel better. The sun filters through the green canopy, once again warm, and the specks of sky that are visible between the luscious green leaves hold no trace of the recent storm. The chocolate melt on my tong and I can already feel the rush of dopamine and endorphins repairing broken walls and drained emotions. Dreamdude picks at a leaf, playing with the ways the veins spread out. We sit in comfortable silence for what feels like forever. Me looking at everythinv around me and him picking at leaves and moss on the boulder surface between us. He's buildimg a stick house with leaves as it's roof and moss for carpeting when I break the silence.
"So that wasn't normal." He looks up at me, a small smile playing on his lips. "You can say that. I take it that it's been a rough birthday so far?" How... "How'd you... Nevermind, it's my dream of course you know it's my birthday." He glances down at his stick house. "Wanna talk about it?"
"Not really. I'd rather not if you don't mind. I'm not even sure where I'd begin." He nods and his eyes are soft with umderstanding as he looks at me.  "And you, do you want to talk about what this girl did to upset you so much?" I ask, lightly punching his arm. He rolls his eyes, bit I can see the laugh he's  holding back. "Not really. I'd rather not if you don't mind. I'm not even sure where I'd begin." It's my turn to roll my eyes while choking back a smile as he repeats my words. "I am sorry though, I shouldn't have been such a sourpuss earlier." I let my hand rest on his shoulder. "Don't worry about it Dreamdude, don't worry about it." My hand falls off his shoulder as his body shakes with laughter. "Dreamdude? Really? I mean, I know I'm dreamy, but c'mon..." This time my punch is not so light. "What am I supposed to call you then? Random-dude-in-my-dream seems a bit long to me, don't you agree?" He's still rubbing his shoulder. Softie, it wasn't even that hard. "I don't know, maybe ask me for my name?" He only just dodges me this time.  "What should I call you then, Random-dude-in-my-dream?" I'm laughing at least, feeling a thousand times better than before. "I don't know, Dreamboy seems to describe me well enough," he nearly falls off the boulder trying to avoid me this time. "Okay, okay! Stop trying to punch me KitKat, you can call me Nosh."
I squint at him, "Nosh? That your name?" He shakes his head before hopping to his feet beside the boulder. " Nope, but I'm calling you KitKat and it seems to be your favourite, so you can call me by mine. Nosh." My squint disappears as I watch him walk in the direction he came from. "What? You going?" He nods, walking backwards, almost tripping over scattered twigs and branches. "Goodbye KitKat!" he smiles. I can't help mine either, "'Bye Nosh!" As he disappears into the greenery he yells one last thing.
"Hey, princess! It's not just your dream!"

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