Love & Forbidden secrets.

Chapter thirtyfive

"Do you feel guilty?" His piercing green eyes bulge with anger.

The cold, tight, rotting chains ripping through my skin. My throat dry with regret. My eyes no longer able to cry any more.

"Did you expect to live a happy life?" He walks further to me, his bloody wounds creating a stench.

I shake my head. Loss of words. Loss of feeling. No energy left.

"Say it.."

I look down and all I see is darkness, I can't even see my legs sitting on the floor whilst my arms hang from the chains, in agony.

"SAY IT! YOU SCUMAG!" He damands, shouting whilst his deteriating body begins to shatter in to dust.

I take a huge gasp of air, cough to find my voice and freely shout; "I'M GUILTY! I KILLED-"

"Natalie! Wake-up!" I'm awaken by a familiar voice.

Both dread and relief slap me in the face, as I realise it was only a... Dream? Or a nightmare? I'm not sure which one it is. I was finally able to lift the burden off my shoulders.

"Are you okay?"

I fully open my eyes as I scrunch my eyebrows together in confusion as I take in my soroundings.

I immedietly see green and pink tables, a huge room full of them. And a bar leading on to a kitchen.

I snap my head towards the voice thats leaning over me and jump up, wrapping a table cloth round me, as I see Stefan's curious green eyes peer down at me whilst he itches his perfect chessnut-brown quiff.

I look down, and see my dress laying on the floor as I notice that I'm only in my underwear.

My jaw-drops.

"DID WE-?"

"No! No, no, no!" Stefan holds his hands up in defense and begins to laugh, slightly nervous.

"Then... What the hell is going on?! What am I doing here?..." I begin to panic, as soon as I start to come back to earth, the painfull memories from last night come flooding through my mind again but I'm puzzled as I can't remember anything that happened after Harry left me standing outside the club.

"Natalie, just calm down," Stefan takes a deep breath, dragging a stool from the bar and back over to the round table which I have just woken up in the round chair surounding it.

"Last night you came in here, absolutely hysterical, I presume drunk?" Stefan raises his eye brow.

I feel like a teenager who has just got caught from a drunken night out by her parents.

I nodd and look down at my lap, covered in a bright pink sheet, my hands clasping to it.

"Anyway, I was in here, working late last night and the next thing I know is you banging on the door saying you have no where to go... And other things..." His tone turns sharper.

My head snaps back up to meet his suspicious eyes.

What the hell did I tell him?!

"What did I say Stefan?!" I ask, desperatly.

"Natalie...Are you... Are you suicidle?" His tone softens, eyes of worry.

Am I?

"No!...No.. I don't think so, why what makes you think that?"

"You were talking about how you have nobody, nothing in your life. I'm sure that's not true. You said you want to kill yourself... This is really worrying, Natalie..." Stefan begins to go back to that judgemental tone.