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Chapter 4 Wanda s POV

It was the worst dream I d had to date. I d seen tons. I d seen nightmares of violent humans killing each other with weapons of mass destruction: guns, knifes, their own hands. I d seen my family captured by seekers. They would take me and kill me. Souls wouldn t kill their own kind; I knew that. But I was a traitor, and in my mind I was no better then the humans killing souls because I gave away the secret. It was the right thing to do when I was awake, but while I was asleep, it was so out, I couldn t tell what was happening. I was losing my mind.
I saw Melanie, while I was still in her. I could tell by the silver twinkle in her eyes. She was scared, almost in tears. It appeared that she was in control, because souls rarely cried. I cried at times if I was fearful, but that was pretty much it. Unless, they were happy tears, because those were much better.
Melanie screamed. "WANDA!!" she cried. "WANDA!!!" she cried and screamed. I flinched in my dream; it was that moment I noticed I wasn't in Melanie's body. I was in Pet's body, separate from my sister. I ran toward her, tears streaming down my face now. I didn't fear for my own life, but Melanie's. She had a new soul in her and it was stronger than I ever was, pressing her away into the mind prison she had finally been free from.
I took another step foreword and Melanie froze. A calmer, smugger face took over. "Well hello Wanderer," it said like she had known me, but I couldn't tell. "I bet you missed me," she said smirking. I took another step and she raised her hand. "I'd stay there if I were you. I am here to complete my mission. You weren't strong enough, but I can do it," she said to me. "And I just won. I've conquered all her memories and her. I win Wanderer."
I still wasn't sure who this was; all I knew was that she'd killed my sister Melanie.
"Won what?" I half shrieked and half cried at her. "How is this a contest?" I asked as tear after tear went down my shirt, onto the floor. 'Melanie is gone' I thought, although it was very hard to grasp that concept. She'd fought with me forever.
"WANDA!" she shouted, Melanie's tone back. "I'm here. She's lying. Help me," she said before the face returned: the happy and smug face.
I ran to her and tackled her, my nails digging into her skin. Neither of us had weapons, so my hands were best. I don't know if I could bring myself to be this violent in real life, but this was because I loved Melanie. So, it was very possible.
She laughed almost evilly. It was weird coming from a soul. I brought my hand to the back of her neck and scraped my sharp nails across it. She screeched almost and threw me about a foot away. I was so tiny still; I wasn't good for fighting.
"I wouldn't touch me if I were you," she said, warning me. I wasn't sure what she could do, but just then Jared appeared through the bush behind her. He took a knife and jammed it to the outside of her throat, threatening her. "Leave. Mel. Alone." he said exhausted from running. She laughed and said, "I warned you."
Just then Mel's eyes rolled into the back of her head, her body went limp into Jared's arms, and blood poured out her nose. Jared had just lost Melanie. But I didn't care. I was selfish. All I could think was that I lost Melanie.

I woke up right after that, tears in my eyes and all over my pillow. I reached my hand out for Ian's comfort, but he wasn't there. I wondered why. It wasn't that late and he was always with me anyway. Had he went to go prepare for our raid today? I hoped not. I needed him. But I was also being too selfish for my own good again. I knew this would come back to bite me in the butt.
I thought about my dream. I thought about Mel and how I d lost her. I knew she was alive still, sleeping with Jared, but my body and mind was so scared and fearful that it refused to accept that. As far as I knew, she was dead. I could just get up to go find her, but right now I was shaking. It was too hard to stand or even move myself while I was crying.
Shaking turned into tears, and that quickly changed into sobs racing through my body. I held my hands to my eyes, trying to stop the tears, but I was failing. They kept coming. I made odd noises as I sobbed, struggling to breathe. Ian returned about at this time. I knew because I kept my face in the same position staring at the door as I cried. He wore a smile, which made me a little annoyed since I was balling my eyes out.
His smile faded though as soon as he saw me crying in fetal position. He hurried to me and took me into his lap. I grabbed his shirt in my small child like hands. My face went into his chest. My tears were being soaked into his shirt, but he didn t care. He kept his arms wrapped around me and just gave me the reassurance I desperately needed.
He rubbed his hand in little circles around my back until my breathing slowed and my tears slowly stopped.
Now, he said to me, sitting me back up into an upright position so that he could see into my eyes, What happened? He said it worryingly, like if someone had attacked me or scared me. But this was my fault I was crying and not anybody else s.
I just had another nightmare, I answered him, looking down at the floor. I was ashamed I couldn t control my brain. I was ashamed I couldn t control my body. I remembered how Melanie controlled my dreams. So I wondered whether this was the body s doing or my own by mistake. Pet never seemed to suffer from nightmares before. And when she rarely did, they weren t this bad. They didn t attack her family and all she cared about.
What was it about Wanda? Tell me. I want to help, he said as he took my hand into his. I half smiled and nodded. I killed Mel, I said in a sad and depressed tone. His eyes widened. Wow, that sounds like the worst yet I nodded to him. It really was the worst.
The hardest part, I told him, Was that it was so real. I wouldn t be shocked if she was dead right now. Her brain shredded by a soul we didn t get out in time, for once he flinched at the image himself.
He searched the room for an answer. He needed something to say by the look of his face, but he came up with nothing. Let s go see Mel then. I looked up to face him. Really? Right now? I was exited and I think that s what I really needed. Hopefully, I wouldn t burst out in tears the second I saw her.
He nodded and helped me up. We walked down the hall, still in my pajamas and Ian with tears still on his shirt. We were about to knock when I heard Melanie crying and Jared s deep voice. I m sorry Melanie, he apologized, I didn t mean to hurt you. I do love you. Please stop crying, he said in a quiet voice. Whenever Jared said one little thing wrong these days, Mel would brake down crying or practically rip his head off.
I do want to marry you. I really do. But .I don t know. Then I heard something smash and hit the wall. It was most likely the cactus Mel kept beside her bed. And now she was practically ripping his head off again.
I tried not to laugh, because this was a serious topic they were talking about. But the idea of Jared going to Doc s to get cactus needles removed from his arm seemed pretty entertaining.
Ian asked Wanda to marry her and I ve known you way long, she said, done crying. She was still a little emotional still. AND I M CARRYING YOUR BABY FOR CHRISTS SAKE!! she yelled at him. I gasped at the news, not sure what Ian was feeling or doing.

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