Authors Note: As always these characters (except Michael) do not belong to me.
Chapter 1
Kay Bennet-Carlson stared into her coffee cup silently. Thoughts pouring through her mind at an alarming rate. What to do with her home, where to go now, how to pay for the funeral, and how to live with out her husband? The beautiful man she had placed in the ground that morning was no longer there to wrap his warm arms around her and whisper words of comfort in her ear.
Her body was once again wracked with sobs as she thought of her husband's loving words and soft caresses. She glanced up brought back to reality as her mother took the coffee from her shaking hands.
"Kay," Grace Bennet said softly, "why don't you go up to your room and nap for a while? It might do you some good."
Kay shook her head. She couldn't sleep. Who would protect her while she slept, while the nightmares ran through her mind? She pressed a fist to her mouth suppressing a gasp as the mental pain ran through her mind.
She looked behind her as firm footsteps entered the kitchen. Miguel, her best friend as a child. He had come and gotten her, had pulled her away from her husbands graveside. Had whispered how unhealthy the cold air and ground were.
"How are you doing Kay?" his soft deep voice asked. So many other questions were buried in those words, but mostly an inquiry of how she would survive these hard times.
Kay softly stood up, turning away from Miguel. He had abandoned her long ago and was of no help now. Unless of course he had power to bring her husband, Michael home and she knew that only God could do that.
God the being that had deserted her in those last moments of Michael's life. Those last painful moments as his life hung in limbo. The last moments when her screams tore through the air.
Kay walked up the stairs thinking about it all and deciding to take her mother's suggestion. Sleep, she needed sleep. Her mind so clouded by fatigue. No matter what nightmares came to her she must sleep. She collapsed on the bed, her bed, so empty and alone. And slowly she drifted off to sleep to face the monsters in her mind alone and defenseless.
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*Dancing, such beautiful dancing. Swirling, twirling bodies surrounding her. Sweeping her away from her lover. Separating them forever. The bodies finally part allowing her a glimpse of the beautiful face that she woke to each morning. Horribly mutilated and deformed. So she did the most natural thing. Scream*
Kay woke, her body shivering, and yet drenched in sweat. She turned to the place beside her, patting, touching, hoping to feel a warm body beside her. Nothing, empty, so cold. Another scream forced from her body and then crying, a soft sobbing as footsteps pound towards her room.
Caught up in a hug. Kay closes her eyes trying to imagine the familiar scent of Michael, but all she can smell is the light soapy fragrance of someone else. She opens her eyes only to look into an unfamiliar pair of brown eyes. Another scream only to be stopped by a gentle hand on her mouth and a quiet shush.
"It's only me Kay." spoke the voice, "Me, Miguel."
She grasps the strong powerful hand in her own desperate grip. "Don't leave me," Kay begs, "please what ever you do don't leave me."
Miguel settles himself and lets her relax in his arms. He felt her body relax and began to drift off to sleep himself when she began speaking.
Miguel felt chills go through his body as Kay took his hand and gently kissed it. The soft feel of her lips again his knuckles made him shiver. Then she softly spoke, "I'm so glad you're here. I dreamed you died Michael. I dreamed that they took you away."
Miguel waited for her to finish and then looked down. Her eyes were closed with a look of blissful peace. He dreaded when morning would come and she would find that it was no dream.
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Kay opened her eyes, blinking again the bright sun the filtered through her curtains. She sighed softly and nestled into the strong arms around her. She was so glad that it had all been a dream.
She turned her head, closing her eyes, and softly touched her lips to those of her husband. A loud gasp filled the room and Kay quickly opened her eyes and look to the door.
There stood her cousin Charity. The beautiful, blonde hair that she had envied was now shoulder length and the girl's skin seemed even paler and more fragile, but she was obviously still the same girl.
Kay turned to look at whom she had kissed and was surprised to see Miguel. She quickly moved from his arms, waking him in the process, and out of the room. She sought shelter in the bathroom and locked the door behind her. Collapsing to the ground she began to scan her mind for the happenings of the night before.
She had dreamed, something frightening, and Michael, no not Michael, but Miguel had come and comforted her. The realization of the truth stung like someone pouring salt into open wounds.
Loud knocking on the door. Trying to enter her thoughts and yelling to open up. Kay gazed around her feeling dizzy and light-headed. Silently she crawled to the toilet where she began to retch.
Chapter 1
Kay Bennet-Carlson stared into her coffee cup silently. Thoughts pouring through her mind at an alarming rate. What to do with her home, where to go now, how to pay for the funeral, and how to live with out her husband? The beautiful man she had placed in the ground that morning was no longer there to wrap his warm arms around her and whisper words of comfort in her ear.
Her body was once again wracked with sobs as she thought of her husband's loving words and soft caresses. She glanced up brought back to reality as her mother took the coffee from her shaking hands.
"Kay," Grace Bennet said softly, "why don't you go up to your room and nap for a while? It might do you some good."
Kay shook her head. She couldn't sleep. Who would protect her while she slept, while the nightmares ran through her mind? She pressed a fist to her mouth suppressing a gasp as the mental pain ran through her mind.
She looked behind her as firm footsteps entered the kitchen. Miguel, her best friend as a child. He had come and gotten her, had pulled her away from her husbands graveside. Had whispered how unhealthy the cold air and ground were.
"How are you doing Kay?" his soft deep voice asked. So many other questions were buried in those words, but mostly an inquiry of how she would survive these hard times.
Kay softly stood up, turning away from Miguel. He had abandoned her long ago and was of no help now. Unless of course he had power to bring her husband, Michael home and she knew that only God could do that.
God the being that had deserted her in those last moments of Michael's life. Those last painful moments as his life hung in limbo. The last moments when her screams tore through the air.
Kay walked up the stairs thinking about it all and deciding to take her mother's suggestion. Sleep, she needed sleep. Her mind so clouded by fatigue. No matter what nightmares came to her she must sleep. She collapsed on the bed, her bed, so empty and alone. And slowly she drifted off to sleep to face the monsters in her mind alone and defenseless.
~~~~~
*Dancing, such beautiful dancing. Swirling, twirling bodies surrounding her. Sweeping her away from her lover. Separating them forever. The bodies finally part allowing her a glimpse of the beautiful face that she woke to each morning. Horribly mutilated and deformed. So she did the most natural thing. Scream*
Kay woke, her body shivering, and yet drenched in sweat. She turned to the place beside her, patting, touching, hoping to feel a warm body beside her. Nothing, empty, so cold. Another scream forced from her body and then crying, a soft sobbing as footsteps pound towards her room.
Caught up in a hug. Kay closes her eyes trying to imagine the familiar scent of Michael, but all she can smell is the light soapy fragrance of someone else. She opens her eyes only to look into an unfamiliar pair of brown eyes. Another scream only to be stopped by a gentle hand on her mouth and a quiet shush.
"It's only me Kay." spoke the voice, "Me, Miguel."
She grasps the strong powerful hand in her own desperate grip. "Don't leave me," Kay begs, "please what ever you do don't leave me."
Miguel settles himself and lets her relax in his arms. He felt her body relax and began to drift off to sleep himself when she began speaking.
Miguel felt chills go through his body as Kay took his hand and gently kissed it. The soft feel of her lips again his knuckles made him shiver. Then she softly spoke, "I'm so glad you're here. I dreamed you died Michael. I dreamed that they took you away."
Miguel waited for her to finish and then looked down. Her eyes were closed with a look of blissful peace. He dreaded when morning would come and she would find that it was no dream.
~~~~~
Kay opened her eyes, blinking again the bright sun the filtered through her curtains. She sighed softly and nestled into the strong arms around her. She was so glad that it had all been a dream.
She turned her head, closing her eyes, and softly touched her lips to those of her husband. A loud gasp filled the room and Kay quickly opened her eyes and look to the door.
There stood her cousin Charity. The beautiful, blonde hair that she had envied was now shoulder length and the girl's skin seemed even paler and more fragile, but she was obviously still the same girl.
Kay turned to look at whom she had kissed and was surprised to see Miguel. She quickly moved from his arms, waking him in the process, and out of the room. She sought shelter in the bathroom and locked the door behind her. Collapsing to the ground she began to scan her mind for the happenings of the night before.
She had dreamed, something frightening, and Michael, no not Michael, but Miguel had come and comforted her. The realization of the truth stung like someone pouring salt into open wounds.
Loud knocking on the door. Trying to enter her thoughts and yelling to open up. Kay gazed around her feeling dizzy and light-headed. Silently she crawled to the toilet where she began to retch.