Chapter Twenty-five: I kinda got carried away
9:35-Garcia's Office
Reid's dream
He walked down the long hallway, the cement walls covered in black mold that seemed to be growing up the wall faster than he was walking. The hallway so cold that is seeped down to his bones, goose-bumps rising on his arm. The walls emitted a foul odor that seeped into everything. He could see a large wooden door at the end of the hallway and he reached out to touch the handle. He could see his hand shaking as his fingers touched the smooth metal handle, pressing it down slowly.
The door swung open instantly as if a huge gust of wind had blown past it. The door banged loudly against the inner wall of the dark, damp room that hid behind it, causing Reid's whole body to shake. He took a hesitant step into the room, his fingers grazing the wall till he found the light switch. As he flicked it on he felt his blood run cold. In front of him were Sophia and Emmett, lying on a thin and ripped mattress that was placed on a rusted metal frame.
Emmett stood up and smiled at Reid. He pulled up his boxer and zipped his jeans closed, never once moving his gaze away from Reid. "She's all yours. Warmed her up for you. I kinda got carried away though, sorry." He flashed his perfectly white teeth at Reid again and stepped away from Sophia, finally exposing her body.
The sight in front of him stopped him dead in his tracks. It felt like someone, or something, was clawing at his chest. His rib-cage tightened dangerously around his lungs and he could not take in enough oxygen. His blood felt ice cold as it ran quickly through his veins. The claw around his chest squeezed tighter and Reid could have sworn his heart had burst. He was certain that he would fall dead right there. But sadly, he didn't. Instead his eyes refused to close and his mind soaked in everything in front of him.
Her bare, porcelain skin was streaked with blood and dotted with dark purple bruises the size of fists. Her head was turned towards Reid and her eyes were open, dead and glossed over. Her lips were parted and tinted blue. Her entire face was void of any other color.
Reid took a few hesitant steps forward before his legs began to wobble and he fell on his knees. His hands reached for her face but stopped suddenly. He looked over her naked body, the few patches of untainted skin pearl white. He watched as his tears hit Sophia's stomach and slipped gently to the worn out bed. His whole body began to convulse, noises coming from his mouth he was unaware he could make. He cried out her name over and over again, finally letting his hands touch her face. Her skin was cold to the touch, making his body shake more.
"No. No, no, no! Sophia! Sophia please…I'm sorry. I'm so damn sorry." He sobbed louder, giving up all control over himself.
"You need to wake. Wake up! Please. Please wake up. Please Sophia…" He sobbed even louder, letting his head rest on her chest, not caring about the blood that was probably smearing on his cheek.
"I'm sorry Sophia. Please come back…please…please." He threw his entire upper body onto the bed, pressing his face flush against hers. His arms were wrapped around her body, pulling her closer to him.
For a split second Reid thought he heard Morgan's voice underneath his pleas. It was sad and quiet, like how a parent speaks to their child when trying to comfort them. He found himself crying harder at this notion with no real logical reason as to why.