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I breathed hard. My head was spinning, no joke. It hurts, like badly.
Stumbling to the kitchen, I felt my cold kitchen tiles impact my feet, reverberating within my bones.
I missed my carpet.. my lilac carpet.. and my chef.
The tears. They never stopped as I yelled for him.
" Tommmmmm.." I stifled.
" Please.. please be real.. please." I whispered again, my legs giving in, as my eyes close and my mind took a fall.
Darkness.
" Darling? Love!" I heard.
"Shhhh.. Right here.. just a nightmare. Nightmare.. shhhh shhhh." His lips traced my ear and my eyelids. I felt the arms around me.
The sweating. The cold, salty sweaty taste in my mouth.
"Hey... Hey..."
I opened my eyes, looking at the most gorgeous blue orbs I ever saw.
"Babe?" I asked, wiping my tears away.
" Mmmm? Right here.. shh shh." He whispered, pushing me into his embrace, his body making me warmer.
" I woke up and I was me again and you weren't there and I wasn't carrying my bab-" I stopped mid sentence, sharply inhaling as my hands felt the familiar bump at my abdomen.
" Oh... Oh... it's alright.. he's alright.." I heaved, panting with relief.
Closing my eyes, I plopped myself back onto bed.
"Sweet? I need to tell you something."
"Yes?" I smiled, touching his face again.
"I.. well. You.. erm.. Don't get mad at me alright?" He said in a concerned tone.
" Why would I be concerned? Everything's just.. perfect." I smiled.
" Love.. about the body changing.. I.. you know what a Fibrilator is?"
There was silence.
" A what?"
" It's like a tardis.. but for the mind. you step into it, you... wake up a different person."
More silence.
"So what you're saying is that you're controlling the... changing thing." I shot back at him accusingly.
"No.. no.. well, actually you were the one who arranged it. We got talking one night.. about you, your childhood. About you, giving up hope, well almost, until you heard of me. And then we actually did visit you once, you were asleep, I think, well it was 4AM, so you were asleep, and she.. well.. you cried. You wanted this, you said.. if you saw yourself, your success, if you saw me, you'd be motivated. You fell asleep last night, so I decided time to change back.. i can't show you too much. It would mess up the future. But then I saw you cry, I saw you scream, and a part of my heart.. no.. my entire heart shattered. I just.. I can't bear it. I needed to explain everything first. Babe, will you ever forgive me?"
Silence.
Silence.
"So.. everything's gonna be alright?" I whimpered, almost in tears now.
And then I slapped him.
" You made me think I was loosing you! You made me scared.. and dizzy, and upset.. and gosh. I just. Argh!" I yelled, punching him with all the strength I had from my shaking and frightened fists.
" Ouch.. ouch.. hey.. ouch!" He yelped, blocking me successfully.
"I... deserved the first slap.. the rest.. eh... not so much." He said, kissing my hands.
I pouted.
" please don't make me go back.." I whimpered.
" Love.. I have no choice. If you stay here for too long, your body would vaporize." He sighed. kissing my forehead.
I whimpered, and soon broke out in tears. They streamed down my cheeks as I wiped them with my familiar lilac duvet in my future.
"I can.. however leave you with this." He smiled, and looked me lovingly in the eyes. Leaning in slowly, he took my lips in his. I felt his tongue begging for entrance. Purring into his lips, I felt him smile as he moved to my neck, suckling hard. I bet he's left a mark now. I moved to straddle him but he pushed me onto the bed.
Our eyes shot open as he smiled sadly.
"I'm sorry." He whispered one last time before kissing me hard, pushing too hard into my body in fact.
I felt a wave of warmth, then the light surrounded was brilliant.
"Hey... Wake up! Hey! Yooohooo.. do you hear me?" I heard my father.
" Goodness, I told you to remember to mop up the spills and wear indoor slippers didn't I? She took a bad fall.." My mother added, I felt her stroking my forehead.
My eyes felt heavy.
" Mmmm..." I groaned, trying to sit up.
"No no no no no no no . You.. lie down." My father said. I then realised that they were back and I was in bed. My father must have moved me there.
My mother looked worried.
"You were muttering something about a Tom? Is there a boy we haven't met yet?" My mother probed, holding my hand.
" Oh.. haha.. Mom, I don't think I've met a Tom.. Yet.. either.." I smiled, closing my eyes.
" Alright you rest." My father said in conclusion, pulling my mother out of the room.
By the looks of it, they haven't even unpacked yet. Their luggage was still at the doorway where I could see they found me in the kitchen.
The door shut behind my mum.
I sat up, and went for the mirror.
The red mark was on my neck. Mmm, my red mark. Oh.. He's branded me.
Afraid of losing the mark, I snapped a picture quickly.
I sighed, walking back to my single bed.
Laying in comfortably, I reached under my pillow as usual, I liked sleeping in superman position.
Softness. Leathery. Metal.
I grabbed the material and pulled it out.
"TWH" was engraved on it.
I smiled.
Mmm yes. he was a good boy. He was my good boy.
Sorry for shortness.. I'm sleepy and have Reichenbach Feels..