I willed myself to wake up but it didn't work. Everyone has heard of nightmares, but none I have ever had scared me this much.
I was in a metal room. All that was in it was a wooden chair. There were no windows and only one door. Then Cheyenne Wyoming walked in with Ted and slammed him into the chair.
Even though it was only a dream it lifted my spirits up a bit just to see his face.
She walked behind the chair and bound his wrists to the chair so tightly that he couldn't move. Then she took out a gun and loaded it.
"Who are you?" Ted asked in a defiant tone.
"Don't you know me?" I froze. Cheyenne mimicked my voice perfectly. She even paced the same way I do.
"Sinead?" his face was full of disbelief and relief at the same time.
"You sound so glad to see me. But you shouldn't be."
I willed my body to move and untie Ted, but it wouldn't move. It was like I was just an invisible witness.
"What? What are you talking about?" Confusion was written all over his face.
"You have always been dead weight Ted. Ever since you lost your sight. I'm sick of having to drag you around." His face was now full of horror. "Good bye, brother." Cheyenne aimed the gun at his heart and fired.
"NO!" I sat straight up in bed. Cold sweat was dripping down my back in rivers. I lifted my hand up to wipe some of the sweat off my forehead and realized I was crying.
"What happened?" Hamilton rubbed his eyes as he walked into my bedroom.
I quickly wiped my eyes. "Nothing. I just had a dream."
He sat down on the edge of my bed. "Just a dream, huh? Then why did you scream like that?"
I felt the tears returning. "I told you it was just a dream."
"Sinead, you can tell me."
I couldn't take it any longer. The tears rolled down my cheeks. "It was about Ted," I got out before I completely lost it. He put his hand on my shoulder. I looked up surprised.
"I'm not very good at this kind of thing, but I'll try. Now what happened?"
I took a deep breath. "I was in a room with Cheyenne and Ted. Cheyenne mimicked my voice and the way I walked so that Ted…would…think…it… was me." My voice cracked a little, but I tried to keep myself from bawling right in front of Hamilton.
"What did she say?"
"She told him he was…dead…weight. Ever since he lost his sight."
"Did she say anything else?"
"She said she was tired of dragging….him…around and then…she…shot…him." I was crying uncontrollably now. Then Hamilton did something unexpected, he hugged me. He let me cry on his shoulder and rubbed his hand up and down my back. After I stopped crying I pulled away and looked him in the eyes.
"Sinead, we're going to find him, and Reagan, and all the others." He slipped a stray piece of hair behind my ear, "I promise."
And for the first time in a long time I smiled.