My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Instantly, the noise outside receded to a dull hum, and I stared blankly at him in the dark for a while.

He did not say anything, just hugged me and just patted me gently on the back, lulling me to sleep with peace of mind.

I was already exhausted so it didn't take long for me to fall asleep. I slept through the night.

When I woke up the next day, it was bright outside the tent. It had rained all night that even the morning sun looked wet and humid.

I looked around instinctively checking that there was no one else around. For a brief moment, I felt dazed.

That man came and went without a single trace. If it weren't for the ear plugs in my ears, I would have thought last night was a hallucination!

I had a bit of a headache. Try as I might, I couldn't find the energy to leave the tent. Naomi came in and saw me lying down with my eyes opened. Concerned, she asked, "What's wrong? You're not feeling well?"

immediately, "My head... hurts!" I managed to croak out.

I thought. I might be

hear her telling the others, "Let's hurry up and pack up.

was dark as he glanced at me. Putting his

up. I had a massive migraine pounding through my head. I knew that it was useless to argue with them, so I didn't protest. Hendrix and I went

migraine did not subside. After a while, I fell into unconsciousness

out of consciousness, nightmares plagued me. Nothing I

I wanted to reach out to hold him, but I couldn't reach him

broke down. My emotions were all

holding me and talking to me,

like I was wrapped in cotton, stuck behind the glass. The feeling of being unable to communicate with the outside world was dreadful. After several times, I found that I could not open my mouth, much less speak, so I gave

my dreams. Terrible dreams, beautiful dreams,

taste them. I