She Accepted Divorce, He Panicked by Nyx Rai

194 Dream Or Memory

Scarlett's POV

My belly is empty. The first thing I feel when my mind wakes up, is the horrifying emptiness. Not just my belly. My whole body is emptied by the long, dark dream that trapped me.

Sebastian was in it. So was Ava, Jack Fuller, Anna Fuller, Damian Vanderbilt... They tangled into the shadow that wrapped me up so tightly that I couldn't breath. But I couldn't die in my dream, so I could only suffocate over and over, like buried alive in my coffin, watching my life passing by in front of my eyes. Literally. In my dream I wasn't Scarlett, I was a specter watching the little Scarlett suffering through all the lies, the harm, the pain, and blood, all the way till the kid lured her into the dark woods, passing that, and then the crashed car. It wasn't a dream. It was all real. It was my memory. I couldn't remember anything from the car crash, but I did witness it. And in this deep dream, I saw my own memory. I keep my eyes closed, trying to savor the dream that's fading fast. Effort in vain.

All I could grab on was a pair of purple eyes. They weren't mine. They are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in this world.

They belong to my mom. I just know.

If only I could be with her by now. I have nothing left to live for.

""She's awake!"

Someone shouts. Their voice is really loud, ringing in my head, and giving me a headache. I frown, waving my hand to chase them away. But they won't leave.

"Her finger! Her finger moved!"

"Shut up! Of course she could move! She isn't dead! She's just sedated!"

wish I could wake up to the day lost in those woods, and stay lost there, so all the pain that followed wouldn't be there. I wish

don't want

again, when did I ever

all the other noises drilling into my head, I have to open my eyes. I blink. Even before my eyes could focus, I saw all the blurry

is stretching her neck for a look at me. On my other side is

do you feel?" Aurora bends to me as the bed under me rising slowly.

cute face appears on her shoulder, looking

survival, it's these two. But they are not happy. They seem relieved

could barely find my voice when I opened my

question silences

up a

in his

with a cut on your

What happened?

happened! Reminded by his question, I dart my eyes in her direction. How dare she stand there as if innocent?!

She killed my baby!

face, "It was you! You sneaked into our house

in your hand!" Sebastian urges, and his face lights up the anger in

the top of my lungs: "You let her in! You gave her access to MY home!! You murdered our child!!! It was

even dodging. The cup hit him in the head, breaking into pieces. A cut appears, and blood drips