Every time I closed my eyes I saw him. While awake my mind would play tricks on me. A beam of sun, reminding me of his hair, sent me running for shelter. Dreams of when I wanted to kiss him, when I wanted to give myself to him, repulsed me. Caspian ruined my life!
Between him, Katy and Nikolas, they had turned my world upside down. The thoughts of them made me question, what in life, was real and what was fake. I was due to be going home in less than a week and it scared me beyond belief. Would they be waiting for me because I knew too much? Where they the reason Kristen was dead? Did they kill her? Could they? The pain of that thought sliced through me like a knife and I quickly realised I needed to get my life straight; but I myself knew that my life would never be normal again.
When you have fallen in love with a person from the realms of the dead, and became acquaintances with people from a mythical story, you could never go back to reality. My mind kept on spinning, never stopping, but certain thought rang louder than others.
Would he be waiting for me? If so, what would I say to him? What could I do? And could he physically hurt me?
I knew I was being stupid thinking these things, but everything felt so wrong. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flash of white blond. I jumped to my feet and backed into a corner just as Caspian rounded through the door.
His eyes instantly found mine and he stepped forward. He was absolutely gorgeous, the black streak in his hair blended in with the shadows of my room. His eyes flashed dangerously as he strode towards me. I quickly hedged my bets to see if I could get to the door fast enough but decided it was worth a try anyway. I made it half way through the door before he grabbed me and threw me back into a corner. I landed on my feet but my knees buckled and I sank to the floor in agony. In less than a second he was standing over me, glaring down at me. Tears sprang to my eyes, blurring my vision and a whimper escaped my body, sounding as though it had been wrenched from my soul.
At that moment, a burst of light came through my door, and there stood my Aunt, looking down on me, pity filling her eyes. She sank down next to me and held me in her arms until the last of my tears had been shed and the morning sun was rising. She helped me back into bed and closed the doors before padding back into her room.
I sat up in my bed, lifting my eyes to the sky to search for some meaning to what was happening and to beg whatever God was paying me any attention, to stop this nightmare and bring me closure.
