Holden Steele's Ruin [Completed]

Chapter 33

"Wake up! Savannah!" The desperation in my mother's voice was clear, piercing through my subconscious state.

I hadn't realized how loud I was screaming until I was being shaken brutally wake. Fingernails dug into my shoulders, viciously jerking me back and forth. Excruciating pain jolted in my head at the abrupt movement, a groan leaving my mouth.

My eye flung open and suddenly the vivid orange glow was replaced by the translucent darkness of my room. An overwhelming dizziness crept over me as I struggled to grasp at the situation.

"M -mum?" I choked, rapidly flattering my eyes to adjust them to the darkness.

"Sweetheart, I'm here" she whispered, pulling me into a tight hug as convulsive sobs raked through me.

Things had gotten worse, so much worse. For the past few day I had been waking to my teary eyed mother, her violent shaking ripping me from the depth of my nightmares.

This time it wasn't just Blake, there was something far more gut wrenching about this particular nightmares. Another voice was screaming too. It was a high-pitched, soul -racking scream that was heavily coated with sheer terror. I would always arrive to the ashen mess of a girl but I knew who she was, the charred remains of her brown hair identified her.

Ever since my encounter with Xander, the the brown haired girl had been frequenting my dreams, she was still a hazy image but it was her. Putting a face to the other victim of the accident must have evoked a mental trigger, placing Melody at the center of my horror.

"Do you want to talk about it?" My mother asked, frowning sympathetically at my disoriented form.

I pushed myself into a seating position on the bed, crossing my legs beneath me. It baffled me how she would still ask the question even though I had brushed it off multiple times. I pursed my lips while fumbling with my fingers, picking at my now overgrown nails. My eyes settled on the comforter, never meeting hers.

"I had a bad dream. That's all."

She was having none of. Blue eyes bore into in defiance, unlike all the other nights when she would just nod in acceptance.

"I'm worried about you and I can't keep pretending nothing is wrong" she sighed while placing a hand over my mine, forcing me to divert my eyes back to her.

"It's B -Blake."

"You dreamt about the accident?" I could see her eyes being to gloss over whilst her face flattered at the memory of my brother. She pulled me into another crushing hug, her palms rubbing up and down on my back. Instantly, I melted in her embrace whilst the unbearable constriction returned to my chest.

Her laboured berthing fanned my cheeks as she let free an onslaught of tears, their warmness trickling down my neck. Wrapped in each others arms, we conformed one another. The occasional sniffing or a sob filling the silence.

"There...there was someone else" the boulder that was lodged in my throat resurfaced, restraining my words.

"W- who" she asked while disentangling her arms from around me. Her grief stricken face mirrored mine as she squeezed my shoulder, encouraging me to continue.

"The girl, Melody" her name felt acidic on my tongue, the gruesomeness of my nightmare flashing behind my eyes. I could see recognition flash in her features at the name.

"Oh, honey," she sighed, caressing my hands as tears continued to stream down my cheeks. The police had come to get my statement whilst I was in the hospital, the whole process was draining and invasive. She had sat beside me the whole time, trying her best to be supportive. I could see her wall crumbling with every terrifying detail I disclosed, when she excused herself to get some air I knew it had gotten to her more than she let on.