A Haunted Dream; BOS 6

A Haunted Dream

Lillian Morgan
I sat huddled on the floor of my hotel room hugging my knees close to my chest. Tears streaming down my cheeks. Blood was dripping down my face from a slice on my forehead. The attackers dead body lay on the ground in front of me.
The door smashes open and I slowly look at the door from the hiding place I was huddling in to see Alex standing there. He looked around frantically and stepped into the room. "Lillian? Lillian where are you?" Alex calls in a panic but I can't bring myself to call out to him, to tell him I'm okay.
Alex quickly walks around. The first thing he saw was the dead body. At that he froze on the spot and stared at it in surprise before raising his head and spotting me. Quickly he rushes over and drops to his knees by my side, immediately beginning to dab at the slice of my forehead. "What happened?" He asks softly and I feel more tears falling.
"I'm living the perfect life Alex. I have everything I could ever want. But it's haunted." I sob.
"What do you mean?" He looks me in the eye and I look away.
"Alex, I'm living a haunted dream."
Alex pulls me into a soft hug and I clench my eyes shut. "Why does she have to be so selfish?" I whisper.
"I don't know Lillian. I don't know." Alex replies quietly as he strokes my hair soothingly.
"Come on. We should get you cleaned up. You look horrible." He helps me to my feet and guides me to the bathroom where he sits me on the edge of the bath.
"He almost killed me you know. Just imagine yourself racing into the room to find my body instead of his." I say quietly and Alex clenches onto the edge of the basin so hard that his knuckles go white.
"Please. Don't make me think of that. It didn't happen and you're sitting in front of me. You will live through this. I promise you." Alex says sharply and I look down.
"I'm sorry Lillian. It's just I couldn't live with myself if I saw you dead. I probably would have personally gone after Macy and killed her in the most painful way that pops into my head at the time." He sighs and puts a damp cloth on my cut.
"Then they would have killed you." I say as I look at him.
"I wouldn't have cared because I would have gotten my revenge." He smiles slightly.
"How did you kill him? I saw no blood." Alex asks as he takes the cloth away and cleans off the blood.
My mind snapped back to when it happened and I had no control over stopping the memory.
The man towered over me as I lay panting on the ground, a slice on my forehead from hitting the table after he'd pushed me down bled slowly. "You will die for humiliating Macy but first I may as well have a little fun." He sneered wickedly and I screamed as I tried to scramble away.
He grabs me and wraps a gag around my mouth so I couldn't scream anymore. His hands held me against the ground, unable to move. I cried and cried, trying to get away, trying to cry out as his hand traveled lower and lower, slowly undoing my jeans.
I shook me head, trying to get him to stop. He didn't stop, he didn't pause.
But as he continued he got more distracted by his urges.
I managed to slip one of my hands free and grabbed my necklace. A needle and vile of poison, disguised as a decorative jewel. Ripping it off I jabbed it into his chest and injected the poison. He gasped and pulled away. Quickly I scrambled away and put my clothes back into place.
The man crumples to the floor and I wat h as he slowly dies. My body shook as I watched him. Slowly I fixed his clothes so when Alex gets here he won't know.
Alex was kneeling in front of me, eyes full of worry as he looked me over when my memory finished. I broke into tears and Alex hugged me. I cried into his shoulder as I wrapped my arms around his body. "I killed him with pure puffer fish poison because nobody would ever consider it being me." I sniff. Alex rubs my back and I slowly calm myself.
"Why is that?" He asks softly.
"I'm allergic to seafood." I reply and Alex sits back.
"Really?" His eye brows raised.
"Yeah. I can't eat it and I can only touch it for a short amount of time or else I have a serious reaction." I wipe my eyes and smile weakly.
"I'll keep that in mind." He helps me up and takes me back into the main room.
"You need some sleep." Alex walks me to the bed and helps me under the covers.
"Stay with me." I whisper. He smiles and climbs into the bed beside me, pulling me close.
"I'll get someone to come take the body away." Alex says as he looks down at me.
I bury my face into his chest and wrap my arms around his torso. "Not now. I just want to relax with someone I trust right now." I mumble quietly.
"Glad to know you trust me." Alex chuckles.
"Who else am I suppose to trust enough to cuddle with after I've just killed someone?" I ask and Alex smiles.
"Good point."
"Do you think she's ever gonna give up?" I ask quietly.
"It's been over 6 years. I don't know. But somehow I highly think she won't. Not until she gets her revenge on you even if it's for a pathetic thing like losing one race. You lost a lot more than she did. You lost ice skating. From what I remember you saying bck then it seemed as though ice skating was your life." Alex says I nod.
"It was. I would skate whenever I could. It made me feel happy and free." I sigh sadly.
"You don't skate anymore? You know just for fun?" He asks and I laugh slightly.
"Not once. Acting became my life. But that too seems to be leaving me." I sniff and press closer.
"You've lost skating. I'm not letting you lose acting." Alex says seriously and I smile as I close my eyes and yawn.
"Thank you Alex. You make me feel as if I still have a chance." I mumble before drifting to sleep.