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Chapter 23 – Underestimated dreams
Harmony's dream'Blood, sweat, pain and anger.'
"GET UP!" A darken voice bellowed. 'Oh pain! Why must I suffer so?'
"YOU ARE WEAK!" 'Please no more… I don't wish to fight anymore.'
"PATHITC!" 'So you say. I'm not weak, I will rise and I'll run'
More pain. Please no more, I'll do as I'm told.
"That's a good girl." The voice purred; its sharp claws scrapped her face.
The whip lashed again, she screamed the blood seeped from the torn shreds of her face. "PLEASE NO MORE!" She screamed, before another kick to her ribs made her scream once more.
End of Harmony's dream"HARMONY! HARMONY PLEASE WAKE UP!"
Harmony's eyes snapped open, and she let out a terrified scream and tried to escape. The only thing stopping her was the grip that Tala had on her arms.
Ian darted around the room, he was still anxious from her screams. Spencer seemed just as unsettled, while Bryan watched her from shocked eyes.
It took a few minutes for Harmony to stop struggling, before she broke down and cried her little heart out. Tala seemed edgy, as he awkwardly patted her back, as she clung to his nightshirt and sobbed.
"It seemed so real…" She cried between sobs. Tala gulped, he wasn't used to such an outburst.
"It was just dream. It can't hurt you." He mumbled praying that her grip would loosen. She gave another sob, before moving away from Tala, and curing up inside her sleeping bag.
"Harmony…" Tala placed his hand on her shoulder, only for her to shrink away violently. His hand had snapped back, it was a bit of a surprise to Tala, for Harmony to react like that. Ian crept over warily, his gaze fixed on Harmony, as she continued to sob silently into her sleeping bag.
"Just leave it…" She said numbly from under her covers.
"But…" Ian was about to say.
"Please." Her voice held no power, so it sounded more like she was begging them.
"You tell us tomorrow." Spencer said, settling back in his sleeping bag.