Chapter 13 || The Nightmares

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Her eyes.

Her blue eyes.

They scare me.

Scarier than mine.

They have this menacing look when they stare right at me.

Every dream is the same.

I wind up in a white void, and she's there. Nobody else. Nothing can save me except for waking up. Each moment is stressing me out. There's no sound, I try to strike up a conversation, but looking at the situation, I remain shut. Then voices come and go. Her voice, her graceful french voice. It echoes the same words:

You killed me.

You killed me.

The words multiply as if it was being said out loud by many people.

Her voice reminded me of a young child, but she was a teenager. There was still blood on her mouth like the day she died. Her ballerina dress was all ripped apart.

But I said I was sorry!

I BEGGED FOR FORGIVENESS!

BUT SHE'S STILL HERE HAUNTING ME DAY AND NIGHT!

FIRST IT WAS DAD! AND NOW-

...

I fought her with no hesitation, she didn't hurt anyone. I just got scared when I discovered that she held the same power as me.

I still don't know how she could summon blasters. It scares me.

Why me.

They said that we merited it for causing their deaths, but no matter how much I try to apologize, she's still here.

Is it not enough?

No, I need to mean it. All the other times I didn't. That's why. She can read my thoughts like a telepath.

Smart girl.

You have been haunting me because I fakely excused. You want me to be truly remorseful.

But how can you be sorry to someone you barely know?

The nightmares get worse, as the nights go on, and that I might have an answer why.

It's almost the day you died. The day they died. You all died on the same day but different years.

You want a truly significant 'sorry' from me, and then you can rest in peace is that right?

Hard task you're asking me Alita, but I will make it up to you.


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