Life is Strange: End of Nightmares
Chapter 9 of my Life is Strange story, enjoy.
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Chapter 9
Opening her eyes Chloe began to wonder exactly what had happened. She felt, confused, vulnerable and looking around she noticed that she did not appear to be in her bedroom. In fact, the room she was in looked more like the office of her therapist. Chloe did not panic however, she'd experienced this too many times to not recognize it for what it was.
'Another one of those, dreams...Which means, dad's here somewhere.' She noted to herself.
Feeling strangely detached, as if watching from a distance, despite being right there, Chloe approached the door to the office and opened it. Outside she found the corridor that led to the office, exactly as she remembered it and there, at the end of the corridor, the waiting room, again, as she remembered it.
She bit her lip, for there, seated in the waiting, was her father. Making her way down the corridor, her head whirled with the thoughts that filled her mind and left her feeling desperate and unsure. This was why she had been stalling, this was why she had gone to the therapy in the first place and yet was stalling it.
She was supposed to be freeing herself from this, but couldn't bring herself to do so, and there, in the waiting room, was the reason why.
William Price did not react at first when Chloe entered the room, biting her lip she moved slowly, cautiously, as if a sudden movement would make the whole dream shatter all around her. Finally she sat down, taking the seat next to him.
It was then he spoke, turning to see her. "You don't look so good, sweetheart."
She bowed her head, she knew her issues had taken their toll on her, physically and mentally. But then, her father was here in front of her, despite being dead after that horrific car crash.
"Better than you." She replied hollowly.
William laughed softly. "I guess that's true. But my suffering, my pain, is over, yours is still happening."
Chloe sighed, she didn't say anything to that, didn't know what to say.
"You have so many who care about you, Chloe." William said suddenly. "But you're pushing them all away."
She shook her head. "I don't mean to, I just..."
William smiled. "You don't want these dreams to end, despite what they do to you...You're right, they wouldn't understand that, but only because, you're not trying to tell them."
"They'll just think I'm crazy, probably already do." Chloe mumbled.
But William shook his head, still not losing his smile.
There was a long silence for a moment, until finally, William spoke again.
"No, they're just worried about you, because they care...They would never think that about you." He remarked. "So Chloe, you have to say it, it'll become easier and you'll realize, once you say it. Why?"
Slumping in her seat, Chloe admitted defeat and replied. "I don't wanna lose you forever..."
"Lose me?"
"If I, go through with this, these dreams will, eventually stop. I'll, I'll never see you again...It'll be like losing you all over again, then what if I just, forget you and, and..." She continued, close to tears now.
Nodding slowly William gently reached out and touched her shoulder. "Chloe, that won't happen. Yes, these dreams will eventually stop, if you get the help you need. But you're not losing me again, and you won't forget. I'm always with you. I'm always in your heart Chloe, you should know that."
"Dad, I..." Chloe whispered.
"Forget me, I don't think you could if you even tried." He then added. "You need to think about your future Chloe, your health. I may be gone, but you're not alone and you do have people who care about you. Do you really think your mother, has forgotten about me?"
Chloe started at that and was about to protest, to mention David but even as the words rose in her throat, she realized and they died.
"No."
Then she heard it, the sound of the dreaded truck horn.
"Dad..." She whispered, panicked.
But William just smiled serenely. "Just remember Chloe, what I told you. It's time...time to let go."
With that came the usual violent end to the dream and Chloe jerked awake with a short cry.
Sitting upright in her bed, breathing heavily, covered in sweat, Chloe groaned, running a hand through her hair.
"Chloe."
She started as she heard and then saw her mother approaching.
"Mom, I..." She began.
By now Joyce had sat on the edge of the bed.
She shook her head sadly. "Another nightmare."
Chloe inhaled shakily. "Y-yeah, I...Mom I'm sorry, I should've...I've fucked up bad and, and..."
Joyce gently pulled Chloe closer and hugged her. "It'll be okay, but please..."
"I know, I, I will. Just, not now, please." Chloe replied, returning the hug. "I...I, is it still possible for me to talk to that therapist, I need to at least make things right, apologize for how I behaved last time."
"Chloe, he's been calling, anxious about you, hoping we'll be able to convince you to come back. He wants to help you, of course it will be fine." Joyce reassured her.
So, with some hope restored to her at last, Chloe allowed herself to be comforted by her mother, gradually drifting back to sleep and managed to get through the rest of the night peacefully.
End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.