"Why?"

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I open my eyes and feel the sun beating down on my bare shoulders from the thatched curtains from our small and cozy home. "Good morning" I say. I look over and see that Onyx is out cold. He probably had been watching me the whole night to make sure that I didn't have another nightmare.

I quietly get out of bed and tip toe to the dresser, when I get there I slip on a small dress that perfectly hugs my waist, hips, and barely skins the middle of my thigh. I silently creep out of the room and head straight towards the food cupboard. "all I do is eat.." I think to myself,  I sit in the small bucket chair made from a small tree trunk and eat berries. The size of a raspberry is about the same size as a cake.   


about 20 minutes later I hear small and subtle wing fluttering, and I look over and see Onyx who had just landed. He stumbles a bit which is concerning because he normally never stumbles. I look up at his broad shoulders and then his strong jaw muscles and then his eyes.. His eyes have large, dark circles underneath them. My light brown eyes widen and I get up but he stops me. 

"Emerald, I am really worried about you" My eyes trail away from his face and find their way to the grassy floors of our small cabin. "You keep having these nightmares in a cycle and I really think you should see someone about them.." He finishes

"Why?"     My best possible attempt at staying  contained  fails and I am having a panic attack before Onyx can even try to get a word out. I don't like people let alone telling my secrets to someone I don't even know.. But I think that they could help me...

I am tired of tracking my sleep so I can try to mentally prepare my self for what I already know  is coming...

I am sick of the exhaustion I put on the person that I love most by my screaming and panic attacks....

I am done with all of this...


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