Elsa
My teeth clatter together.
I’m trembling and choking on air.
My heart slams against my chest so hard, I’m surprised it doesn’t rip its way out.
My shirt sticks to my skin all soaked from the rain.
I don’t even know how I ended up in Aiden’s room, sitting in the corner, and pulling my knees to my chest.
The last thing I remember is Aiden squeezing my throat and bringing me back from whatever haze I was in.
I remember red.
Dots of blood spilt in my head like the pool from the nightmare. The next thing I know, I was hitting Silver.
I wanted to push her inside that red pool.
I wanted her gone.
If Aiden didn’t stop me, what would I have done?
Tears fill my eyes, and I tighten my arms around my legs as I rock back and forth against the wall.
Something is wrong with me.
When did I become this person? When did I start fantasising about hurting people?
“Elsa.”
A larger than life presence crouches in front of me. Just like Uncle Reg in that nightmare.
Will it be a red pool now?
Am I trapped in my endless nightmares?
I stare up with wild eyes.
Aiden’s shirt is also soaked and is now transparent, outlining his hard muscles. He must’ve lost the jacket somewhere because his shirt’s cuffs are rolled to his elbows. The arrow tattoos point straight at his heart.
He holds a towel in his hand and watches me intently.
My breathing slows down a little, but it’s not enough to purge the disturbing images in my head.
It’s not enough to make me stop thinking about what I would’ve done to Silver if he weren’t there to stop me.
“W-what’s wrong with me?” A sob tears from my throat. “She didn’t even attack me, and I was about to kill her.”
He slowly places the towel on my head as if not wanting to startle me. With meticulous hands, he dries off the wet strands. “She did attack you.”
“No, she didn’t. She just stood there defenceless.”
“She provoked yo
u.”
“Provoked me?”