Valkyrie: Life of a Warrior

#23

(Dean pov)

Everyone keeps telling me that time heals all wounds. But no one can tell me what I'm supposed to do right now.

Right now I still hear voices, I feel their presence. Right now all I seem to do is hurt.

I know all about hurting. I know all about time and wound healing, but even if I possessed all the time in the world, I still wouldn't know what to do with all the anguish.

People assume you aren't sick unless they see the sickness on your skin like scars forming a map of all the ways your hurting.
Sometimes the monsters are invisible, and demons attack you from the inside. Just because you can't see the claws and teeth, doesn't mean they aren't ripping through me.

But pain is like water, it finds a way to push through any seal. There's no way to terminate it. Sometimes you accept to let yourself sink inside of it before you can learn how to swim to the surface.

But all of this pain, have to remain hidden, no one knows, no one must know. I am not hiding it because of an ego or pride. But because I have to.

Because of who I am. What I am. What I can do. And what I did.

No one knows what I did. They fear me, for what they think I did. But they have no idea. If they did, they wouldn't have accepted me as their guardian.
As a Valkyrie guardian.

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(JJ POV)

I could feel my lungs screaming for air, crying out as my legs and arms trashed around widely.

Salty water gushed down into my lungs, causing a surge of intense pain to ricochet off my ribs and around my torso.
A sudden wave came again, whipping me around until I couldn't tell up from down.

I thrashed inside an invisible prison, I saw the exit, but no longer have the strength to survive. Cold water filled my lungs and blood pounded behind my eyes.

Panic faded into numbness, my heartbeat slowed down increasingly. My breaths were agonizingly painful, and terribly short.

I looked up hoping for a way, praying for help. And at once, I saw the light. It came to me in the form of a woman in a white dress, a dress identical to mine.

She swam down to me, grabbing my hand and pulling me up.

As soon as I was out of the water, I gulped in the largest sum of air I could. I was thankful to the heavens for my savior. I turned around to thank her, but she wasn't there.

I jumped out of bed in fright. My eyes were watery, tears poured out. It was a dream.

It was totally scary. I could swear it was real. Every pain I felt in my dream was real. I clutched my chest tight. I could still remember the pain I felt.

And was it normal to dream of the same woman three times now. I was confused. Who is she. And why did I keep seeing her.

She had saved me twice now in my dream. What surprised me more was that I wasn't scared of her, I was terrified of the reason I kept seeing her in my dream. But not of her. I don't know why.

Standing up from bed, I checked the clock in my new room and saw it was still early. I had a lot of time before breakfast.

My room was amazing. I had no better words to describe it. I remember how shocked I was when Jody led me to the room.

It was a very large and beautiful room with cream colored walls. The queen sized bed was situated at the center with three paintings above the bed. The first was a big pretty tree, with colorful butterflies as the leaves on the branches.