Fresh Taste

Second Part

Hey everyone I was not sure where I was headed with this story but I think I know now. If anyone wants to help me edit I am more than happy to receive some help and someone to bounce ideas of off. I am also more than happy to also edit your work but I do ask that it is someone that is serious. Other than that, thank you for supporting me and my ideas. I appreciate every single one of you and hope to hear from you in the comments or through messages. I hope you all stay healthy and safe in these hard times and I am always open to talk if you need someone to vent to. 

P.S I edited this part, i noticed there were continuity errors. They are fixed now enjoy 

My friend Stacey came to visit me at the hospital and brought me clothes.
"Hey how are you feeling?" she looked at me with her lips pursing upwards.

"I'll be fine. I just want to get home and forget this ever happened." she frowned at my statement.

For the past couple days since I was admitted into the hospital she had wanted for me to go live with her but I refused because she lives with her fiancée. I do not want to be a third wheel. "Hey listen, I'm fine, I just need normalcy. I don't need to be treated like a wounded animal."

Her face turned into a frown. "No one wants that for you. I don't want you to be alone. At the very least let me spend the night with you until your back on your feet." Stacey huffed. I didn't want to live with her but I certainly did not want to be alone in my apartment.

So it was decided that upon my return to Autumn, Stacey would live with me until I felt comfortable.

Once we arrived at my apartment, I felt a weight that I had been carrying around with me be lifted. I felt safe and comforted just being in my own living room. I plopped on the couch patting the spot next to me so that Stacey could come and sit with me. She sat down and closed her eyes "So I know that whatever happened to you was traumatic, and you don't need to tell me anything at all if you're not comfortable but..." She turned to look at me, "Please seek out some help." She whispered the last part.

I know that she meant well. However I felt anger boiling inside of me just seeing the pity in her eyes, I hated people looking at me as if I was some wounded animal. I would rather be alone. Before expressing my anger I bit onto both my lips. "Stacey, thanks for all your help but I would like to be alone right now. I'm going to my room, please whatever you need just get it, Mi casa es tu casa" I finished my sentence and before I went off on her, I ran to my room. Once I laid down on my bed I fell asleep right away.

I found myself lying on a cold floor, I quickly sat up to find myself in a forest. I got up and started walking around, I did not recognize this place but it felt oddly familiar. I kept walking until I saw a cabin in the clearing, I decided not to go into the cabin. Something inside of me said to run. I began running the opposite way of the cabin only to come face to face with a man with dark hair and golden eyes. "So even in your dreams you run away from me?" He scoffed. "You really have know idea what you are?" He then walked past me towards the cabin.

"Nat! Wake up! It's just a dream!" Stacey was gripping my shoulders. My body was hot and my heart was beating erratically. After some coaxing from Stacey I finally came to.

"Thanks for being here" I whispered as she brought me chamomile tea. "No problem" She smiled at me. I took a sip of the tea, the heat was soothing.
"Are you going to be okay tonight though?" She asked, her eyebrows furrowed.

"I think I'll be fine, like you said, it was just a nightmare" I forced a smile. Trying to convince her and myself that everything would be alright. I looked around my room noticing that I had thrown the blankets on the ground while I was sleeping. I sighed and got up, "Hey, what was the nightmare about?" She asked. "Just me in a dark forest" I said truthfully but I left out the part of the man. "Stacey," I grabbed onto her wrist, I felt my cheeks warm up. " I think that you're right, I need to see someone, a shrink or psychologist, could you help me find one?" I asked, feeling embarassed. She just smiled "Of course!"