Sadness – Chapter 10 - The Dream

A/N: Before we get started I'll say a few words:

Dream - // . . . . . //

And thanks for

-Darkness1

-Skurria

-Ladyfly

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Kitty kept looking outside her window. The landscape was still frozen but the sun was already melting the small sculptures the ice had done on the trees or perhaps it was just Bobby and his artistic vocation. But yet, it was a lonely and sad landscape. That was what Kitty was feeling like. Lonely, sad and ashamed of the tantrum she had had.

Everybody had gone to school and she was alone in the med lab. She regretted deeply what she did to Kurt, he hadn't deserved that. Fragmented images came to her mind. She wanted to apologize; she was totally out of her head that morning. She had wakened up and the dream, the goddamned dream was still lying on her closed eyelid.

Hank got in the med lab after he had his breakfast and was carrying a tray with a glass of milk with chocolate, an apple and bowl of cereals.

"I think you must be hungry by now. So, I brought you this."

Kitty didn't even look at him, her eyes glued on the white gardens.

"Katherine?"

"Oh. Sorry, I wasn't listening. Breakfast! I'm starving!" she said with a fake enthusiasm.

She took the tray from his hands and placed it on the small table by the window. She took a small wooden seat and sat down to eat her meal.

Hank took his chair and sat in front of her. She was eating desperately, alternating between a spoon of cereal and a bite of her apple.

"Katherine, I don't mean to be nosy or anything but I really want to know what happened. Why did you run away?"

Kitty's spoon stopped on mid air while she thought.

"I wanted to be free." Kitty finally answered, diving the spoon into her mouth.

"You mean suicide? Freezing yourself to death out there?"

"No. I wanted to leave the Institute and start my own life, without any interference of anyone."

"Who's interfering in your life?" Hank asked like a psychologist would ask.

"I don't know. But I think this place is a little crowded and nobody respects me. They act as if I was a baby. And the girls, except Rogue and Jean, buzz in each other ears whenever I pass near them. I'm tired. What have I done?" Kitty burst in tears but she kept talking, sobbing between words "And there is a dream . . . a dream that haunts . . . me."

"Katherine, you know that you changed a lot since I first saw you. Not only physical changes but psychological changes. Did you notice that you're not speaking the 'like' in your sentences anymore?" Kitty shook her head negatively. "But about this dream, tell me about it."

Kitty took a deep breath and said.

"It's in a graveyard and it's at night and there's also a hooded person beside me."

"Is that all?" Hank asked cleaning his glasses with some paper tissues he got from the metal sink behind him.

Kitty finished her meal and didn't say a word.

Hank took the tray that was empty by now and left the room after he said:

"Try to get some sleep."

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//Her breath was steady, but her heart was starting to rush. The touch on her sweaty skin was making her shiver.

"I love you, Katzchen." She heard his voice. Her eyes were shut; afraid she would open them and realize it was just a dream.

He had touched her core and nothing made sense anymore. A rush of blood ran to her heart, making it beat faster and faster. She was gasping for air. He was bringing her back to life.

"Kurt . . ." //

Kitty looked around. The med lab was silent and dark, because Hank had turned off the lights. She could feel she was sweaty, her hair was glued on her forehead and she was feeling feverish. The dream. It had been so real! His touch . . . Kitty rested her head on the pillow again. And all that comforters were making her sweat even more.

She felt so tired that she would sleep again. She wanted to keep dreaming. It was safe. Nothing would hurt her in them. In fact, since she and Lance broke up she had been feeling like she was being chased by something that wasn't quite real. Or maybe it was just her sick and tired mind . . .

Her mind turned off again and she wandered through the dream world.

//The graveyard was as dark as the moonless night sky. Her steps were being muffled by the dead leaves on the floor. Other steps were also being muffled, but she couldn't hear it. She was in a trance. Obeying some unreal light. The voice spoke up. His voice:

"Well, you came, meine liebchen."

Hands took her from behind. She was struggling for breath. One hand laid on her waist and the other on her mouth and nose.

This time, his breath on her ear wasn't making her like it as it would. She was feeling fear.

"Now, there's no way out!"

Her eyes were wide as she felt the cold razor slipping into her chest. Its cold feeling spreading all over her body as he let her fall little by little to the floor, but still holding her cold and sweaty hand. Her breath was coming in gasps and in between them she managed to say her last words:

"You . . . betrayed . . . me!" and then, her eyes were covered with the blackness of the death.

The wind blew, removing the hood and revealing his blue face and sharp fangs in a malicious smile. But he just kept there staring at her dead body.

Finally he let the beautiful silver razor that was sank in blood red, fall from his three fingered hand and walked away, sobbing a little. His work was done!//

Kitty woke up and screamed at the top of her lungs.