VAGUE

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 11

This nightmare is more of a night terror, a phenomenon. It feels as if I might die from the pain inside my brain.

Desperately trying to wake up

Screaming for help,

yet nobody comes.

leaving bedroom on hands and knees, clawing way to the stairs.

Everything I see in that place isn't real.

Yet seems to be tangible.

Asking myself if everything looks right, are there any clues to say that my dreams has a connection on everything. So either I am in a nightmare or this is another inevitable reality. He asked how I know what I know; yet I feel like I was clueless on everything happened. It was the most intense nightmare and was never more glad to see the light of day yet I don't want to make it stop. The nightmare was always the same.

Paralyzed

Naked

Cold

In spite of the fact that maybe Blade has a point in reference to 1720, I want to discover more, it might be crazy thinking that I may take it seriously but there is a strange feeling that maybe he gave me the answer from my million questions.

"Rum instead of coffee at the middle of the night?" it was Lock holding brewed from his shop

"Can't sleep?" ticking and tacking of her red stilettos was the only noise interrupting us

"nah! nightmare" I simply stated staring blankly on the table

"what's with the dream?" Price seated on the table top

"it was dark... full of fear... I can't barely move... I-I can't barely speak" stating those lines makes my hair stands on its end, it gives me shiver as I reminisce each scenes. "And there was Blade standing asking me to help them" drinking the glass of rum gives me a relief and relaxing sensation.

"them? Who?" Gray automatically drop a plate of Swiss ham and toast bread in front of me.

"Mr. and Mrs. Chase from 1720 article" as I spoke, everyone shut what they're doing and stare blankly as if there are something on they're mind.

"You mean Lawrence and Patricia?... what do you mean help?" Lycko suddenly broke the silence covering each one of us.

"I don't know either... It was Blade who asked me to help him... to help them" I quickly devoured the ham as I speak to avoid the chills that wants to let out from my body.

"Should we believe your nightmare?" Lycko asked me again

"There's nothing wrong if we believe princess... it might help us to discover the answers" Price convincingly stated and slowly walk towards the direction of his sister and sit beside her.

"it's just a nightmare... let it pass... it's over, we all know that there is another us... there are supremos... we need to focus on them, we need to know who they really are and know their intentions, not focusing in this stuffs that merely either just a simple nightmare cause of Pendelton's anxiety" She effortless stated looking forward and sharply into my eyes directly.

I can see anger

Looking directly into her eyes; it was heartbreaking seeing her like this. My heart grief that comes in waves, grueling, as if it was stealing appetite and sleep alike. It is a shard in my guts that never leaves, though perhaps in time the edges will dull. It feels like death just the same as bereavement and in quiet moments it chokes the breath from my body and short circuits my mind.