Drifting Grace [An Alastor Fanfiction] [PROOFREADING]

Chapter 13

Read A/N for my drawing of Emma Lovett (I apologize if she looks weird)

Emma Lovett

I was running. I was running as fast as I could, pulling someone with my left hand and using my free one to navigate any obstacles in our path.

We were in a dark forest, a dark, damp, eerie forest. It was in the middle of the night and I was wearing my white nightgown with a yellow cardigan over it.

My feet were dirty from the mud and I was breathing erratically, eager to escape what I just saw.

A tall young man with blonde hair and a familiar set of childish eyes was crying and shivering from the cold. I stopped for a moment and laid my cardigan on top of his shoulders, making sure he was warm.

My actions weren't controlled, I couldn't move or talk. I was stuck.

The young man had tears threatening to fall from his eyes. I almost cried as well, but for some odd reason, I stayed strong for him.

"T-That wasn't him, right?" He stuttered.

I couldn't answer. I didn't know what I saw but I knew, that at the moment, it scared me. It scared me so much that I ran as far as I could from it despite the fact that the soles of my feet were bleeding from the many stones stuck in the dirt.

So I kept quiet, and the young man started balling his eyes out.

"Mom, it can't be!" He hiccuped. "Sure I hated him when we first met, but it can't be!"

I was frozen.

Mom?

"Sweetheart, we have to go," I pleaded, trying to calm him down. My voice betrayed me as it broke at the end. My body moved on its own to comfort him and my jaw moved at the words I spoke. My heart broke for him, but I had no idea why.

I felt so heartbroken, so betrayed. And so disgusted.

And it wasn't because of anything else, it was because of me.

But the man he was implying to made me feel so bad. It was as if my heart was ripped out of my chest.

I didn't know who that man was. Or what he did to make me hate him.

But I hated him.

"Emma! Alvin! Please I can explain!" A familiar, slightly deeper voice called out through the darkness. My eyes widened and so does the young man's.

He grabbed my hand and made a run for it. We neared a cliff and...

And...

I woke up to a cold sweat.

My breathing was uneven and I looked around frantically. I was in my room.

The sky was still dark and the moonlight shone through my window. I sat up and took deep breaths. The clock showed the time -- 1:23 A.M.

I took another deep breath and closed my eyes.

Just a dream, I told myself. It's alright, it was just a dream.

But why did it feel so real?

I shook my head from unnecessary thoughts and got off the bed. I headed over to my bathroom and washed my face. I took a look at myself in the mirror dreadfully but found absolutely nothing wrong or different. My feet felt cold on the tiled floor and I didn't feel as cold as it did in that nightmare.