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New at this. I'm supposed to write to help process. To move on. But I have nothing to write. My physc wants me to write my dreams....
...dressed in a forming pencil skirt just at the knee, silk blouse and 5" stilettos. The white silk glistened in the candle flicker, gold hair flowing behind me.
As I stood there waiting in a rose colored lit room... it reminded me of an old study I read about in so many school books. I was nervous. The sound of the slow opening door. My nervous smile quickly turning to fear. My already pale skin turning ghastly... " am I dreaming?". Before I could say one word, he came at me like a raging beast. Screaming unrecognizable mutters. With arms high in defense, I could see my pale skin turning blue, purple, red. He takes out a knife and slices my shoulder. Again, again and again. He runs it down my bosom and carves it. Just when I think I can't take any more, he strikes me across the face, knife still in fist. I can feel the warm blood trickling down my cheek. My skin on fire. ("I'm dreaming..." ). Out of no where a tall dark figure pulls him off me and throws him to the wall, knocking him unconscience and sliding to the floor. Knife flying and stabbing the wall. I feel two arms lifting me up, shock in his eyes. Nothing but shreds left of my clothes, he takes his jacket off and wraps it around me. Quickly turns to the man now staggering to get up. Lifts him off the floor and pins him to the wall with one arm. I run, not looking behind or forward. ("I'm dreaming..."). I run and run and run. Tears (or blood?)flying behind me. The snow filled air piercing my battered skin. ("I'm dreaming!") I stop mid air. ("I'm dreaming!") only hearing a whisper of a sound, knowing it is my name, "stop! Please!"
Im at the edge of a cliff. The abyss in front of me. One step from..."waking". "Please -----e.. please don't run. Please take my hand.." My knees give it out, but he catches me. Holds me close but gently. Blood seaping thru the shreds of silk and onto his tossled Snow White shirt. ( you're dreaming) ... -what? "Your safe now"
Inside the police-swarmed-two-story-brick-mansion, he ushers me to a small but warm room. A girl, about 17, in "house uniform", takes me. I remember her. She was only 4 when I first saw her. Aurora? Hollie? Rory. As I sit on the edge of the bed I notice my belongings on the dresser. My doctor bag case on the ottoman, clothes hanging in the closet. Three blouses and a pair of slacks. She leaves to fetch an aid kit and patch me up.
On the dresser, I pick up the white chief, his initials embroidered in red silk. As I run my fingers across them, I hear a scoff. She was tall. Golden skin, ginger long tresses pinned up in fashion. She threw some files at me. " Did you think you could escape your past? (You're dreaming) you should have listened to me. No one wants you here. (You're dreaming) You should have died ("you should have died.." a faint whisper). Everything I was, all in the files. People, places, pictures. 36 years summed in a few papers and a dozen pictures. " You should have died.." she whispered maliciously. ("You should have died.." faint whisper)
The creak in the wood floor made her jolt and rush out. My tall not so mysterious rescuer at the door. The blood still pumping from my wounds. I buckle as Rory dashes spilling warm water from a dish. Both Rory and my rescuer coming closer and closer... (" you're dreaming...")
Slowly my eyes open. Sun. Dark. Orange glow. It's the fireplace. Oh the pain! Even my hair hurts. I feel a burning sting across my chest, trickling down my arm. I gasp. But no sound is heard. Rory is tending to my wounds. Too attentive to notice my eyes are open. I've been gasping in my sleep.
He is sitting in the corner next to the fireplace. Big loungy chair. Even in his slumber he sits upright, his head slightly resting in his left hand, propped on the arm chair.
I look down at my wounds. They're healing. Scar tissue starting to form. Lavender bruises. I must have been out for days? Weeks?
Rory drops somthing with a loud clank. It wakes him startle. Turns to Rory. Turns to me...he jumps to my side..
(in a low whisper..." you're dreaming...")
to be continued.....