Strings of Fate

158- Panic and passing out

I should have known better than to hope I would actually get some rest. I don’t think I even remember anymore what it’s like to just have a regular dream. Instead I’m stuck in these nightmarish visions of Kiara. The only thing that makes them even remotely bearable is my hope that they will provide some kind of useful information which I can use to find and rescue her. The moment I see the look of dread on Kiara’s face, I know that tonight is going to be another bad night. There is nothing I can do to help her right now other than sit through it with her. Maybe if I focus hard enough she will feel it somehow, the same way I can feel her. I just wish I could tell her that she isn’t alone, that there are people looking for her. Tonight is one of the worst nights, because rather than screaming, crying or fighting,

Kiara looks like she is begs. The way she drops to her knees and grabs out, it looks like

she is tugging on someone’s hand or clothes. Even worse is when she falls backwards as if she’s been pushed out of the way. She looks pale and sickly as she literally crawls. She reaches out like she did the night of the last murder and I feel as sick as she looks. Once again, she looks away, then drops her hand. Unlike last time, she immediately turns to the side and throws up, although it appears to be mostly bile. She definitely hasn’t been eating. enough. Not that I imagine she wants to eat. Someone just died. I know it. I need to know what Kiara’s magic is more than ever, because they’re making her do something before the people die and I need to know what it is. Suddenly without warning, Kiara slumps to the side and passes out. There must be something different about being unconscious to being asleep, because unlike when she’s asleep, my vision comes to an immediate stop.

I wake with a jolt and sit up in bed so fast that I elbow Bellamy in the face.

“Ow, what the hell?” He grumbles, rubbing at his chin where I hit it. I am gasping for air, I feel like my ch*st is being crushed in a vice and my heart is beating so fast that I’m afraid it’s going to burst. Bellamy immediately sits up and pulls me into his lap.

“Shhh, it’s okay, you’re okay. I need you to breathe for me sweetheart. Can you do that for me? Just take one deep breath in. Slowly, just breathe in.” Honestly I don’t think it really matters what Bellamy is saying, It’s the soothing tone of his voice that is helping me calm down. Lying against his ch*st like this, I can hear his heartbeat and despite his calm voice, it’s racing nearly as fast as mine. I must be scaring him. I need to pull myself together. I force myself to listen to his directions and I take a strangled breath in.

“Good girl, now breathe out.” He praises me and if I weren’t feeling so awful I would have to

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child this once. I release my breath and let Bellamy coach me through a few more before I start to breathe normally again, if a little fast. My heart starts to

voice weak. Bellamy just runs a

also barely more than a whisper. I nod and hide my face in his chest,

confess. I can feel Bellamy tense up for a second, then

me down.

says it as an order, but I know it isn’t really. Either way I tell him everything. Bellamy stretches and manages to grab his phone from

least he can do his best to account for all the

bed and turns his

I do?” He asks, he sounds almost

do when you’re upset?” he demands.

no work I sometimes watch old cartoons.” I tell him, thinking of my blanket fort movie night

bed. He immediately drags me back into his lap and flips it open. It only takes him a couple minutes to have old cartoons playing. I have no idea what time it is, but I don’t want to think about it right now anyway. I just curl up in Bellamy’s

the dark.

awakening

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