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Chapter 7: What Have I Done?

I am standing on a ledge that is overlooking the ocean. The icy water is 100 yards below my feet. The cold sea breeze soaks into my skin, chilling me to the bone. I do not know why I am here.

It is storming. Lightening flashes and thunder rumbles. The sun is no where to be seen, the clouds cover every inch of the sky, making the world around dark as night.

"Hello?" I say. "Is anyone there?"

I hear footsteps behind me, and I spin around. It is my father. His face is hard, and he is glaring at me, his eyes peircing into my soul.

"You shouldn't be here." He booms.

"W-why not?" I ask.

"Why couldn't you have just died?!" He screamed at me. "Why couldn't you have just drowned in that tub? It would have been better for all of us!"

More people start to appear behind him. Gobber, Astrid, Snotlout, Fishlegs, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, and more people from the village. Their eyes are completely black, and their faces are set into a hard scowl.

"Why couldn't you have died!" Someone screams.

"I regret saving you." Gobber sneers at me, "I regret pulling you out of that tub."

"No," I mumble. "I tried, I did!"

"Go away!" They scream. "We don't want you here!"

I let out a sob. How could they say this, after everything they've been preaching to me? How much they missed me and wanted me? Why would they lie?

"I'm sorry!" I sob. "I'm sorry. Just let me be! Please!"

"We won't rest," Someone sneers, "Until you've been removed."

They started walking towards me. I moved my feet to run, but something had stopped me. I looked down, and realized that a rope had been tied around my waist and was anchored in the ground.

"No!" I scream. I sob as I fight against the rope, but to no avail.

Someone grabs my arm. I scream as more and more hands grab me.

"Let go!" I scream. I fight again them, but more and more hands latch onto me. They push me to the ground, my face slamming into the hard surface. I sob and scream, but nobody is reacting.

The rope around my waist disappears, and my arms are pushed against my back and tied up. I scream.

"Stop! Please!"

I'm lifted off of the ground. My father is dragging me to the edge of the cliff.

"Please! Just let me go!" I sob.

He picks me up, and dangles me over the cliff.

"Today," he booms behind me. "is the day we will no longer have to deal with this good-for-nothing runt! An embarrassment to our tribe! Let us be rid of him!"

I hear cheering in the background.

And then, my father let's go of me, and I plummet down into the icy water. My hands are tied, so I can't swim. I'll drown. I scream as the cold wind rushes past me, freezing every inch of me. I let a blood curling scream, and then another one, and another one. I sob as I realize there is no hope. The icy, dark water that craves to take my life envelops me, and I scream and sob as I hit the water.

Then I wake up.

I shoot up in bed, letting out a blood curling scream. I'm shaking uncontrollably, and the sobs that rack my body won't stop coming. I take deep breaths.

Strong arms grab me, and at first I think it was one of the people in my dream, and I let out a frightened cry, struggling to be free.

"Hiccup," It's my father's voice. It's not cruel and loud like the one in my dream, it is soft and gentle. He hugs me close to his body.

"It was just a dream...just a dream, Hiccup...it's not real...just a dream." He says to me, running his hands through my hair, trying to calm me down.

Unknowingly, I reach up and take a fist full of his tunic, as if it is my only anchor to the world.

"Shhhhh, Hiccup. You're all right." My father soothes. He cups the side of my face and runs his massive thumb along my cheek bone.

I let out a dry sob as he tries to calm me down. "Breath, Hiccup." My father commands.

I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself, but it didn't make much of a difference.

"Son, you're shaking." He pulls me closer to his chest, murmuring words of comfort.

"I-I'm s-sorry." I say, letting out another sob.

"Shhhhh, Hiccup."

I let out another sob. "Shhhhhhh." My father whispers.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I shake my head no.

My father kisses my cheek. "I'll be right back."

Suddenly, I am placed back on my bed, and I hear my father go downstairs. Then, I hear clinking and see him in my doorway, a giant, steamy mug in his hand.

He pulls me back into his arms and eases the edge of the mug between my lips. I grab the mug, but he is the one doing most of the holding. Most of the time, I would tell my father that I'm too old to be 'nursed'. I can drink on my own. But, I was so shaken, I didn't care.

"Easy there son." He says to me. The warm milk and honey runs down my throat, soothing me. I take a deep breath. My father puts the mug on my night table. I remembered that after my mom died, I used to get terrible nightmares. The only way to calm me down, was to give me a mug of milk and honey.

I hiccup a little bit after my uncontrollable sob feast, which my father chuckles at. He kisses my hair and rubs my cheek.

"Are you all right my boy?" He asks with worried eyes.

"Yes, I-I'm fine."

My father studies my face. "Are you sure? You're still shaking."

"I'm alright."

He smiles at me. "Here." He grabs a rag from my night stand and soaks it in warm water. He gets some of the moisture of it, and the he cleans my face with it. My tears disappear.

"Sorry to wake you." I say as he rubs the rag along my forehead.

"Hiccup, don't apologize." He runs the rag underneath my eyes.

"I just didn't want to disrupt your sleep." I say. He rubs the rag under my nose.

"Hiccup, you're my child. Your needs come first."

He puts the rag down. It felt weird him saying that. Normally, I wasn't treated as a human being. Now father is putting my needs first? This is new to me.

"I know...but still." I look up at him through my thick eyelashes. My father never babied me. He always just told me to be tough. Now, here I am, pressed against his chest, being kissed and coddled.

I move closer into his chest, but I can't move. I'm stuck. I have the flashback to my dream, the rope tied around me.

I start breathing heavily. Oh no. I start to shake even more, and I let a sob out.

"Hiccup," my father says, "Hiccup, you're alright. Hush, my boy. You're alright."

I forgot about the rope tied to my waist. It started to hurt; rubbing against my skin. I whimpered as I felt the rope rub against my hip bones and the sides of my waist.

"What is it? What's wrong?"

"The rope," I murmur, "it hurts."

My father looks down at my waist. Sadness plays across his face. "I'm sorry Hiccup. I want to untie you, it's just-"

"You're afraid of me taking off again." I finish his sentence. My father grazes my cheek with his hand.

"I'm sorry, son." He traces my collarbone, which is visible through the giant tunic I am wearing. "Are you hungry?"

I shake my head. My eye lids start to droop.

"Go back to sleep, my boy." He says to me, gently placing me back on the bed. He pulls the covers all the way up to my chin, and then he smooths down my hair.

"Sorry, again." I say through a yawn as I curl up into a ball.

My father lightly scolds me. Before I drift off completely, I hear my father say,

"What have I done?"

And that's it! Don't worry, Astrid is going to visit Hiccup next. I'm writing that right now. Please review!