The Third Wale

Beautiful Nightmare

Nadia pov

Im sitting on a beach with red cushions. I look to my left and there's a long hallway. To the right is an alter. There's a woman and Man with there backs to me. The man has dark brown hair and is short and a bit out of shape. My father? Then the woman is wearing a short white dress. It almost looks like a wedding dress but not the kind a new bride would wear. One like a divorcee would wear. Looking around I realize I'm in a church. Not just any church. Westminster Abbey. That's where many weddings for the royal family take place. I always told my self that when I got married I want to do to get Married at Windsor castle. It would be different and I'm very different.

As I'm analyzing the scene I feel something heavy on my lap. I swifty turn my head and see Harry and William. They both send me smiles but they also look terrified. I look back at the alter and see that the people have turned around. It was my father and Camilla? There is red on the front of her dress as well as well as her exposed legs . A disgusted look visits my face. There's red spots on her hands and face. My breaths quicken as I look at her. In her left hand there is flower that are white but they have red blotches on then too. Her other hand has a steering wheel. It looks like it belongs to the one the cars here have. My eyes travel to my father who is standing there motionless. His eyes look dreary and dead. He has no emotion what so ever. Both of then are looking down the aisle but Camillas head snaps in my direction. Her once blue eyes were replaced by black pits. I look away from them and hear a door close. Looking around I see I'm in a car. Not just any car,the car my mom was in the night she died . Soon the car moves making me move as well. The driver who I soon realized name was Dodi keeps looking behind us. I do the same and see people on motercyles following us.

"Princess! Diana!" They all shout. Why would they call put Diana? My mom's not in the car. I look in the rearview mirror and see that I'm my mom. What the bloody hell is going on. I look in front and see a pole. The pole that killed my mom . Dodi stopped on the brakes and honked the horn before we collide. A bug white light shines in front of the whole car. I can't see a bloody thing.i scream at the tops of my lungs but nothing is gonna stop this from happening .

"Nadia! NADIA!" Voice echoes. My eyes flutter open to see William and Harry concerned eyes. I look the light only to be blinded by The sun that shines though the light blue curtains. I slowly sit up and take a deep breath.

"What happened?'i ask groggy. They exchange weird looks and faces.

"You were screaming and yelling in your sleep for the past 3 mins." My throat tastes like bile . Sleep? Oh thank God it was a dream. It wasn't real. Tears begin to sting my eyes and I realize What I just dreamt . My mother's death . Soon my sadness turns to anger as I realize that Camilla was in my dream. Like I want the wicked witch of Cornwall in my mind at all.

"Natty?" I hear which snaps me out of my rant. Well my mind rant. I see that my brothers have there brows furred and there eyes look said a concerned. Like they did the day mom died.

"Can you tell us what happened?" Harry asks cautiously. Last time he asked me a question after I had a bad dream I slapped him.

*flashback*

I wake up drenched in sweat and my breaths going faster than my heart. I had another bad dream about my mom dying and its like hell.

I wall downstairs and see my family eatting dinner. It was orange juice and pancakes. My mom's favorite . that just made me more upset. I didn't speak for the whole meal,I just sat there with my lips closed.