Chapter 3: Nightmare
P O V: Gabreiella Dawson
A/N: I apologize for the shortness of this chapter. Also any grammar mistakes. Worked a 14 hour shift came home to update this and found myself falling asleep as I typed. Wanted to get at least one chapter out to you all though. Thanks to everyone who has favored or reviewed, followed.
This isn't happening. No. Not again. Nope. This is just a nightmare. One I just can't see to wake from. If I can wake up, open my eyes. Open damn it! I could just taste fresh air. This horrible sight will vanish. Come on eyes open.
Duerme ya, dulce bien
Mi capullo de nardo.
Despacito duérmete
como la abeja en la flor.
Duerme ya, dulce bien
Duerme ya, dulce amor
Dulces sueños tendrás
al oir mi canción.
My dad's voice echoes inside my brain singing me to sleep as a little kid a lullaby to lure sweet dreams to me. Somehow though I think his words got hijacked by a demonic demon from the time they left his lips till they reached my brain. The demon in his childish ways changed the words.
Baby I'm preying on you tonight
Hunt you on, eat you alive
You think you can hide
Secret is mine, I can smell your scent for Miles
Prepare. Yours to be mine.
Its not a nightmare. I am awake! This is truly happening. Again. I can feel the fear inside my throat pulsating in my veins. One minute everything was fine. Brett and I had been talking laughing the next she is laying in my arms. Gasping for air blood pouring out of her chest; covering her arms, hands. Her breathing is rattled this isn't going to be a happy ending.
I can't change the way this story started. I couldn't stop the bullet. This isn't like me. I'm Gabriela Dawson I never let control get it's grip on me. I take it by the balls. I'm angry who the hell is Harrison to take her life simply because she won't confrom to his standards.
Sylvie's is brilliant, beautiful, funny, sweet. She has a right to live her life by her playbook. Now her life maybe gone.
"Sylvie sweetie, you have to hang in there. Your in shock. I'm here baby."
Her eyes are wide open, she grasps for my hand. Fear is glowing bright in her eyes. "I'm here sweet girl. Try to stay calm. God's grace is all around us. Your in my hands now honey. I won't let you die." My lips brush her forehead as my hands hold the wound pressing my jacket into her open gap. She gasps in pain, her body jerking. I can feel the tears falling down my face.
"Pray…G..a..b…b .y. I love you."
I've always felt God's presence even when I was a young child and my cousins denounced him. I always knew, felt he is real. He is with us. Me his child, his daughter, "Sometimes it 's hard to feel his presence Sylvie. I promise he is here." "I know..o…o…h…w. God gave me you. Thank you for saving me." "Bitch please I haven't even saved your ass yet." "You will."
Her deep eyes close her body goes limp. Sylvie's no!" her breathing becomes raspy. I hear the air getting trapped " Shit. Left pneumothorax."
My eyes spot the necessary supplies will need for this situation. In the back of the Ambo which is right next to Harrison. "Don't even think about moving. If it is God's wish she dies tonight. if not than we shall say our vows."
The clock of the gun causes me to swallow as I feel it pointed to my head. I don't think twice not above myself. I'm thinking about Brett's parents having to bury their child. Their only daughter. I'm a parent to me there's no nightmare greater
So I rush to the Ambo. The gun goes off.
