Chapter 7••• I stand outside waiting for the humid air to turn cold, back into the frigid air before this all happened. The people inside these gated communities don't know the truth, that there are others just like it. They aren't alone. The air is filled with moisture and stickiness, to the point which makes it hard to breath. I feel a gentle touch on my shoulder.
"It's getting late. You should come back inside," Liam says.
"I can't. I can't go to sleep, and you know how it feels." I can barely contain myself. Ever since the dreams started I learned to keep everything bottled up inside, but now it feels that the walls I built up over the years are breaking apart. Fingers claw at the barrier to my emotions and I can't stand it anymore. I can't stand holding in my feelings to look strong, because the truth is I'm not. I'm not as strong as I look, no one is. We build ourselves up to what we wish we were, to impress others, to impress ourselves. It's not true though. The image we create for ourselves, that person we wish we could be, isn't always the same to others than in your head. And right now, I'm done with pretending to be someone I'm not. I fall into Liam's arms and break. The layers of brick inside me fall one at a time, until I'm an ugly sobbing mess.
"Lane." Liam sighs and folds me into his arms. I hide my face against his chest hoping he doesn't see what I look like when I cry.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I just can't-I can't be brave when my life is crashing around me. I'm so so sorry." I let the pressure, that has been building inside me for 3 years, out. Liam cradles my head and strokes my matted blonde hair. He doesn't care what I look like, because I know it, I know him. I lift me face and wipe off my cheeks and my nose. He smiles and wipes the last string of tears going down my face.
"I'm a mess," I say laughing with the tears.
"You are just letting everything out. You may be a mess, but you're my mess." Liam pulls me back into his arms. His forehead rests against mine. He wraps his arms all the way around me that his opposite hands are on my shoulders. He lifts his head to kiss my forehead, and replaces it.
"My mom, she's alone, and Lucy is too, and they don't even know." My voice comes out as a hoarse whisper. The sky has sunk into the night like a stone sinks in water.
"They aren't alone. They have others to help them, just like you have me and I have you. We are unbeatable, and where ever you go, I go too. Whatever you think I agree," he says after a few seconds of silence. He takes my hand and starts to lead me inside, when I holler out in pain. My foot has become a swollen blue, and has a bump sticking out the side. The bone. Liam realizes his mistake and picks me up. I know the circumstances are bad, but I laugh, and he does too. He sets me down over by my bed and says goodnight. I sit on the end of my bed for a while, holding tight to a miracle that my dreams won't come. Praying they skip over this night, because of the rough day I have had already. But surely they will come, and I know it. The day started to clear up at the end, and when things get happy, the dreams get worse. A new fear comes to mind. Not only are the dreams scary, but they are real. What happens if something bad happens in my dreams? The bad things come true in the near future. What happens if my dream involves Liam, and soon I never see him again?
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The Marked
Novela JuvenilI sit on the end of my bed with my hair standing on end. My face is drenched in sweat and I can't see anything. They called my name from what seemed like miles away. They were trying to reach for me, but I wouldn't help them. I kept trying to move b...
