Note from the Author: A huge thank you to Patricia Sage , Temora and TryFindingForever for your reviews, comments and inspiration as great writers – I really appreciate it!
Please review – I really want to know what guys think! Be brutally honest, it doesn't have to be really long!
Whilst this is really short (uncharacteristically short for me, normally I am really verbose), this is a relatively big chapter for Jana, and a lot of these details will come back in the rest of the story. I promise that Chapter 4 will come really soon
If you guys zoom in on the page so you only see a few lines at a time as you read, it might make this a better read cos you get the suspense which is harder when you know when I'm going to stop. Sorry if that makes no sense.
I hope you enjoy it!
Chapter 3
She finally did drift off and did fall asleep. Her dreams were vivid and confusing; the scene changed almost as quickly as it had come.
She dreamt of climbing the wall with the boy; she was clinging to the wall, peering down at the smiling boy at the bottom, egging her on. The scene changed and she was hanging from the cold stone face of the wall, miles high above the ground, which lay far below, out of sight. The scene changed and she picturing the white light of a Soviet spotlight catching her on the wall, illuminating her wide eyes, like a rabbit in the headlights. The scene changed and she saw the boy running out of sight as she fell from the wall and landed on her knees on the wet ground and a Soviet guard was walking up to her. The scene changed and he was so close to her face; the guard lifted her chin and raised her with one hand, pushing her into the wall. She wanted to move but she was paralysed. Memories began to take over her dream, and she felt herself falling back into her past. The scene became more vivid, more familiar, more real, more horrible, more frightening, more terrifying. She felt his sweaty, large, cold hands run around her hips, up her stomach, up, up up….
She awoke with a scream, breathing deeply, sweating, tears in her eyes, threatening to fall and show her for what she truly was; a scared little girl. She sat up, clutching her chest, clinging to her pounding heart, breathing deeply, feeling the blood pulse through her at impossible speed, faster than the terror that swept across her face when she thought of the dream, the memory.
She leaned to the side, as she let out a quiet sob. She closed her eyes and for a moment wondered…she pondered on the shoulder she could lay her head on, the strong, sure hands she could hold, the strong arms to hold her, the chest she could cry on, the sound of a soothing voice, cooing her. She saw the hands of a boy cradle her head, his arms around her, pulling her into his chest. She rested her head against the boy's chest and sobbed, tears streaking down her face, staining his shirt. She let it all out, weeping into this boy who would never leave her. She felt his warm touch on her neck, raising her head to face his, lifting her eyes to lock with his. His lips opened and closed, uttering silent words, almost in slow motion, three words. Then he leant in, she turned her head slightly, his lips coming closer and closer to hers, his warm velvety scent inching closer and closer until….
She hit the back of the armchair, and opened her eyes. One tear escaped, and fell slowly down her cheek. She sobbed to herself as she realised just how lonely she really was.