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wedn. 28 december, 2011
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A lot of disappearances and random discovered body locations in a completely different locations away from where they were last seen or near their last spoken location. Vanishing, a lot of the bodies just vanished. Strange. It was deeply strange for anything of this sort to happen in this small, brood-clouding sky. Strange for anything besides the occasion lost of population from residents moving. That's all that happens, never any disappearances.
I decided to come back after a tour, I was quite surprised with myself and my parents were surprised and scared. I've been home for a couple months and my hair is to my shoulders, I had more weight in my legs and leaned out my upper body, a tall 5'6 foot. Joining the Marine Corps. was the biggest accomplishment to chase that dream I always had, and that fire for my self-growth saved my life. Healing myself was my biggest priority, toned my body with yoga and simple exercises, I don't want the day to come when I'm back outside jogging in extreme weather. Forks was everything that didn't remind me of anything of the heat.
Nothing that wasn't alarming, nothing ever happened in this town. Except for runways. I didn't have to prepare, I didn't have to be alert. Not that I know of. For one thing, thick fog made the trip three hours longer than the usual. The clouds were as dark as I remember around the season.
I wouldn't be surprised if it stormed in a day or so, or early morning hours tomorrow. Grew up here, Charlie was one of my biggest supporters, raised me to survive, live, I don't know what I'd do without him. Renee is a different story.
"How are you doing, kiddo?" Charlie Swan, Chief of Police of Forks Washington, my ol' man.
Kiddo, that didn't feel principled.
"I'm alright," I glanced away from the outside to my left at my aging father, he looked so exhausted. "How are you doing?"
He glanced at me quickly, and then back out of the front windshield, "exhausted, but nothing I'm not used too."
I studied him, and I know he felt my eyes because he looked over again, "you got time off?"
He shook his head, "already took my vacation two months ago."
I hummed, it went quiet after that, my father was an awkward soul towards certain things and I can read him like a book. Something was going on that he wasn't telling me. Something that he wanted to take care of. He glanced at me again, he sighed seeing the look in my eyes.
"Marine Corps…." And mumbled intelligible, he face changed of dismay, Charlie was awkward. Nothing happens in this town but I have had rumors within the my branches of… strange beings in the discarded and otherwise… classified files.
Files that left me distressed.
Dad is silent for a few moments, driving and thoughtful, he sighs after another moment, "Don't worry about it, you're home."
I studied him again, if something was going on I would know, "you know that I could be help more than you think."
He sighs heavier this time, "Naomi, you've been home for a couple months… I don't need you breaking."
I scoffed, "I'm not a innocent little girl anymore,"
"You are, to me…" He says, and his tone was different now, it was thicker with emotion. "There are indescribable events here lately, that I can't decipher. Nor could I explain if I wanted to..." His voice was different frustrated, stressed.
Hm.
"Something that I can't fight against without getting eaten," I thought I heard him mutter before he turned off the radio, signaling the end of the conversation.
Same as always. When one of two things happened, Dad was pissed and you were in trouble or he was defeated.
I looked out the window and I didn't know where we were, I've never been here before. He parked in a driveway with an older – I'd say 70's black Ford Truck in front of us, a homey cabin tucked in the trees. Flower pots, and other cute plants lining around the front of the cabin. It was quite adorable, I wanted to vomit.
"Where are we?" Glancing at him and he relaxes a bit.
"The Uley's," he answers, he looks at me, "If you want to know… they'll be able to explain it better."
Charlie is as awkward as ever. It's his eyes that we're giving away his dismay.
"Naomi," I looked back at my father, his eyes were restricted and studying me, "let me know if you need anything."
I looked at him a little confused, he cuts off the ignition after pulling the emergency brake, "I can handle."
"I'm serious," He adjures.
I sighed, and nodded, with that we walked up to the group of boys and Leah Clearwater, I didn't see her brother. Getting greeted and jokes were cracked by everyone before one could finish, Dad had joined in and my body started relax more watching the interactions. Paul Lahote, Leah, Jared Cameron, Jacob and Sam Uley all towering over me and each one looking like Celestial's in a way. I was analyzing body language, something was definitely going on that I couldn't pin point it. It went quiet as I analyzed every one of them individually, my eyebrows pulling together, I looked around the space as my father sighed.
"Ah shit, we've been caught," Paul teases, giving me a wink.
"Don't even think about it," Dad snaps, he caught Paul's wink.
I put a hand on Dad's arm, I looked at Sam and Jacob they seem be leaking with authority that I noticed first, "what is going on?"
They both looked at me, body language shifting.
"She shouldn't have to worry about this," Sam stated, gazing back over at my father.
"She already knows something's wrong."
"You just got here," Jake says, looking at me.
"I am not a child," I gazed back at my father, "if something is going on, you should be very glad that I'm here."
"We can't have the military in this," Sam says curtly.
I looked at him, "they will only be involved if it gets to that point." I said firmly, "it can't be any worse than what I fought overseas."
Charlie shifts on his feet, his face changed and my stomach flips, "I don't think you're going to be very fond of this, Sergeant."
I stared down at the profile in my hands standing next to Emily's counter, my stomach flipping violently, the blood draining from my face. Horrific images flashing in my eyes, blood, the creatures. The way they stood, the way they merged from human into an abomination, the blood.
"Naomi," Dad calls, he takes the profile from me, he studies me, "you know what there are?"
Know? I witnessed them first hand… I've had night terrors ever since. There was more than one, and this wasn't good. They multiply like pigs, quickly, they grow quickly, inconceivably quickly, and the only way to kill them was so Hollywood but pure silver bullets do the trick, laced with a poison from a flower. I started to pull out my phone, the room shifted.
"We are in some shit," I answered, my heart starting to pick up in pace, I willed it to slow. I was trained for this, I was trained to fight and survive. I was trained for weather like this, I was trained to protect what was right and kill anything that threatened my country, my family. "I need to report this."
Sam steps forward, he started to quiver, a sign they told me what they were, "you cannot do that."
"I will not bring soldiers here," I stepped forward even though it was highly advised against, Emily was proof. I leveled myself with them all, "I need supplies, they have it, if I insist on doing this alone they will never find out. I put that on my life, I'm supposed to report everything, I won't allow you to be killed." I looked at my father, "I need everything that you have on them."
"This is it," He holds by the think vanilla folder.
I took it again, I flipped through the papers, scanning, memorizing, reading, taking it all of it in.
"How can you be certain that you can promise that?" Jacob demands.
"Because I am very well liked," I glanced at him, the back door opened. "I am a Sergeant at a young age that takes ten years to achieve."
Howling rang through the air, I've never heard that in all my 18 years living in the Olympic Peninsula. It wasn't the howling from across seas but the tone of the howl was alarming.
"That's Embry," Jacob says as the whole room filters out of the front door leaving me with Dad and Emily. "Don't go anywhere," Jacob's voice deepened in tone as he made this order, he looked me straight in the eye.
I didn't think of going anywhere, anyways.
I don't know how long it was until the back door opened, I don't know how long we waited. Food was appealing for me right now, neither was television and conversation died the moment the howling rang through the sky. The back door opened and Emily started questioning.
"Seth, what's going on? What happened? Is anyone hurt?"
"No one's hurt, he's back. We chased him off to the cliffs again. They're making sure he stays back for the time being."
I couldn't believe my eyes.
He was wearing jeans shorts, chest bare just like the rest of the shape shifting young men, he looked up at the demand he scanned the room and I froze when his eyes met mine. My heart stuttered in my chest, I don't know what this but I could feel my heart begin to race and a bubbly feeling in my stomach. Overwhelming emotions coursing through my veins, I can feel him from thirty feet away frozen in his spot.
Seth blinked, and I dropped the folder, looking down at the papers and folders, heat creeping across my cheeks. I picked up the three pages of paper and looked back up and went to speak to Seth whom was on a couple feet away.
I was cut off by a shriek from outside, loud and close. The sliding front door of the tiny cabin with a long ass driveway was not just accompanied by vehicles. A disturbing chill ran down my spine., the demons features weren't as visible by the distance, the structure of it sent more chills down my spine.
"Holy fuck." I shuddered, I was sure I was going into a panic attack.
This shouldn't be possible, I shouldn't be panicking right now. The shake of fear ran through my body that I lost my breath, I watched as the demon blurred from his spot to the middle of the middle of the driveway. I can see his powers rippling like waves under his skin, in my panic my eyes seen everything.
"I heard you got promoted to Sergeant." His tone was cynical, a amused but wicked smile curled his lips revealing his teeth with his jaw unhinging.
Emily shrieked.
I did the first time witnessing what this was.
A transforming Ghoul.
Dad cursed, shaken somewhere behind me.
He blurred again.
"Congratulations, Serg."
I wheezed when his voice appeared first before his physical arrival with his fist connecting into my torso, I heard my own bones crack. I flew backwards before I was caught by two people, I wheezed harshly as pain embedded into my torso.
"Let's see if you survive this," He tormented with a hint of amusement. "Oh this should be fun! I love playing with dogs," his voice got deeper with that inhuman growl spraying spiel out of his unhinged jaw and his unnaturally long arms rippled.
Paul was the first time explode and pounce on the Ghoul which resulted the Ghoul swinging a clawed fist at my father. Blood went everywhere as did my eyesight. I watched Paul tackle the demon until the sliding doors, shattering them.
The panic within me rose as I crawled at my chest and throat, scolding hot hands grabbed my hands up on connect shocks of electricity ran up my arms to my neck and chest. I was pulled into their chest and next thing I was looking at was the wall and the back door a couple of feet away. I heard the several toned snarls of different hosts from the outside. Emily was in pure shock and horror, screaming at the top of her lungs, a sound that sent sharp needle pricks in my ear canals.
"Mi."
It was Seth.
"Mi, breathe, Mi. Slow deep breaths, come. Slow deep breaths, it's okay, don't worry about anything. Slow deep breaths, listen to my voice. Slow deep breaths."
He put a hand on my chest, his touch stung over tender flesh. I couldn't breathe. My grip tightened on Seth's hand and arm as I continued to wheeze. Something snapped in me and everything went black.
…
Grabbing the military duffel bag out of the trunk of the cruiser, I slammed the trunk closed I was fifteen minutes past the estimated time I gave to be back at my father's house. My hood was soaked and so was the hat I put on, I left my uniform in my luggage here, I didn't have the time to change into it. I did have my knife to signal from the light they shone down on me, I was walking on the sidewalk to the steps when my father threw open the front door exasperated and almost on the verge of having a meltdown. He had a beer in his hand, but I guess that wasn't helping him too much, he swayed and I guess it was when he fully realized I was right here.
He left no negotiation when I came back downstairs dressed in warmer clothes to drink, and he wanted to see my dog tags, a lot more animated and loose a side of him I haven't seen in a while. My father my be mopey but he's always been a happy drinker. He shoved a glass of liquor in my hand and walked away calling out to Jacob, talking about some nonsense. I couldn't understand any of this, still processing I was right back on the front lines, I was alert and I couldn't drink right now. I couldn't think.
"Don't let Sam or Jacob get to you," I turned to Leah's voice, she was striding into the kitchen, she looked loose the rest of the pack did. Seth was ghost, she sits at the kitchen table, I haven't see Leah in years and she had always been my best friend growing up, "pretty badass if you ask me," she's smiling, hmm.
I felt flattered, the feminine energy was calming and she was sincere, "thank you."
"No problem, us women have to stay together," She smiles. I sit down across from her, a smirk on my face.
She was right, and I felt more relaxed when she said that, she was also a female in a world that puts your life at risk but she's a wolf. A lot more stronger in ways that I wasn't, I was agile and small, and I go places she couldn't, but the strength was unmatched.
"They don't know how irritating it is to feel small even though your more than capable of defending yourself," I studied her as I said this, she made a face of agreement.
"Degrading."
"That… way more than the future wife pregnant in the kitchen."
"Good one."
"A future pregnant wife doesn't sound that bad," Paul comments walking into the room.
Leah groans in annoyance, "go away you perverted fuck, go hump the couch."
"Damn." I oohed.
I looked at the liquid in the plastic cup in my hand, listening to the banter mixing with the music, deciding on whether I should drink or not.
"Pass. Doesn't feel too good." Paul smiles slyly.
"Fuck off anyways." She quips, I snorted.
"Watch yourself Leah."
"Go away." Leah cuts her eyes on him.
I cackled into the cup as I took a sip, Leah is hilarious I love her, this liquor is no joke.
I don't know if I was going to get through this whole cup, it was warming my throat and my stomach.
I climbed the stairs with wobbly legs, hanging out with Leah was… eventful to say the least. Talking and laughing, I was seeing so much of her soft side like when we were teenagers and I was pretty sure that Paul was going to hold it over her head. Seth came in through the back door not too long ago, I could feel his eyes on me, they would leave but I can feel them now as I climbed the stairs. I needed alone time, I needed to calm down, everyone is so calm and enjoying themselves. I felt like I was going to explode and fall over.
I opened my bedroom door and I went to close it hearing feet on the staircase, I stepped back in surprise when Seth opened my door more and slipped inside quickly. My heart stuttered in my chest gazing up at him, he looked down at me as he closed the door. I didn't know how to feel, what to feel, but I didn't want him to leave. I wanted him… but in a lot of ways, these overwhelming emotions I wanted peace and my cells were screaming for him, but it was different types of needs. I haven't seen this kid since he was eleven, now he's 18 and standing in front of me hesitating to speak. These feelings are scaring me on a different level with the intense emotions I have never felt before but heard of. I haven't heard anybody talk about how this feels.
He took a step towards me, my heart started racing, his right hand reach out to my cheek, cupping it in his hand, hot and gentle. His touch was… electrifying, I released a breath I didn't realize I was holding in, I wanted to feel more of him my hand came to his unconsciously leaning into his hand. I want him, more than I wanted him sexually, his touch was chasing away my fears, my worries, my doubts. Like he was my personal army with the deep I stepped closer to him, his left hand finding my waist. I wanted to be enveloped by him, I want this calmness, this is probably the first time I felt peace in so long. I could stay within his presence for a very long and never get uncomfortable. I want to feel in places I never let anyone explore, I want all of him.
"If you die… I'll never forgive myself," his chest rumbled lowly, his hand traveled to the back of my head and tilting my head back.
He dipped his head down and locked my lips with his, kissing me with a heat that was foreign to me, stealing my breath from lungs at the electrical tingling his kiss left behind, my hands found his arms. Hot and thick with muscles that were hard and soft under my hands, his skin started to prickle with goosebumps like he was cold but his body temperature was nowhere near chilly. Kissing him back and pulling him to me, a pulse deep between my legs, his hand on waist grips me and then I'm on the desk. His hand on my waist went to my thigh feeling my body respond to his hand that gripped my thigh squeezing the extra weight of my thigh. Panting against his mouth as he let my thigh go only to tear the fabric of my loose pants, his hand in my hair had the entire back of my head in his hand.
I have never been submissive before, this is dangerous.
This feeling is so unknown and I wanted to see what would happen, I wanted to know, I was willing for anything.
Chills ran up and down my spine, the feeling within me was unknown, my heart racing in my chest, my breath was uneven. He kissed me again, his lips tingled mine numbing them I wanted more, his hands on my waist had my legs going weak from the electricity tingling from his hot hands. My hands going into his hair that was cut short pulling him closer opening my legs wider, his hands slid down to my hips locking my hips to his. I could feel the coolness of my bedroom wall against my back, my few spiked drinks fueling the lust and desire. Never have I once ever felt this way before, panting against his lips when he started his pace, slowly, deeply, not one ounce of pain.
I mean it was about time I let someone take it, 21 and a virgin even through coming back from things that would make a weaker man vomit…, that's embarrassing. His lips latched onto my neck, kissing and sucking, his hips rolling into mine stroking every inch of my insides it felt so good and it was dangerous. It was a bit quieter in my room than it was in the hallway, the door was locked and the lights were off but plug-in lights hanging on the windowsills are plugged in. My hand slid from his head going to the section between his neck and shoulder, mewling, my head falling against the wall with light thud. The way he was sucking on my neck and throat was making my back arch and electricity course down to my naked private parts… it was gratification. The sounds of my lubrication as he strokes in and out of my pussy repeatedly, his breathing and sweet talk, my breath becoming shallow and my legs were starting to shake from the tip of his dick stroking past my g-spot and into my cervix was earthshaking for me. Is this why everyone would make fun of me for never feeling this? These sensations are… I don't have a word but I wanted more.
His scent was calming and making my hormones go through the roof at the same and I absolutely loved the smell, my eyelids fluttering when he rolled his hips as I started to squeeze him down below, my nails digging into his shoulders.
My vagina was pulling him right back in repeatedly, I felt like a cut live wire increasing in voltage with every set of strokes, the song already changed six times already. He locks our hips together, and he locks my lips with his stealing my breath right from my lungs he walked away from the wall and felt him bend and my back being pressed against my mattress. Positioning my legs over his forearms he leaned back, gazing down at me as my face scrunched up and my lips parting with moans of satisfaction and pleasure from him. A light sheet of sweat on my forehead, loose hairs sticking to it, my bun is ruined, my shirt, my pants on the floor torn. The intensity of the heat and desire that built over the last few hours hit him, I see it in eyes when I was coming out of my room to get some air from the full house. My own body under the influence and willing to accept what he wanted to do to me, he put me on the desk pulling my underwear off and feeling his mouth attach to my privates his mouth was hot and wet, I couldn't deny it. A fire in chest and in my stomach, no nausea as would be expected but now the way he felt was increasing my intoxication and I wanted more.
I wish I could tell you that there was a steamy and juicy love story to tell as a prequel but there wasn't any. I moved to Forks, Washington from Jacksonville. Surprised my father, Charlie Swan, a week ago with the news, I had flight booked to arrive before the New Year and wasn't planning on leaving anytime soon. Dad was thrilled, he planned a party this year, I felt special and I was already settling in quickly, Dad explained quickly that I never had to leave, no bills, if I wanted to work I could. Spoiled for sure. I've come to discipline myself and take on responsibilities, took on too much and freaked out my mother. Now here I am, getting railed, and it felt so fucking good, and this is all from one glance that felt like my world flipped upside down meeting his eyes for the first time.
My heart fluttering in my chest at the memory and my current situation, his movements were addicting and I never wanted him to stop. I gaze back up at him and he just made my pussy quiver, the energy rolling off of him in waves, oh my goodness I couldn't think of anything but how he felt.
He covers my mouth leaning down to my face inches away his angle changing and a knot building in my lower stomach, my bed was starting to hit the wall but he slowed the single long deep stroke in and his breath. He strokes in slowly, everything paused within me as he repeated movement two more times, I felt myself burst, tears prickling at my eyes and falling, this was the orgasm I was trying to get myself too could never make myself explode. Eccentric electrical euphoria. Trembling and moaning into his palm, he didn't stop he continues I could feel his every inch as I constricted around him in a death grip, making my body jolt with oversensitivity. His hands quivering on my body, his friend was deep inside sheathed to his base pulsing and his arms were quivering. My eyes fluttering open to see his eyes closed his face etched in his own euphoria, he clenched his jaw stone still inside of me milking his pulsing friend and it was electrifying. He let go of my mouth and let go my leg, I was missing his touch everywhere he had been, his friend was soaked in clear and white juices and in my intoxicated state I did not care one that he ejaculated in me. I wanted him to do it again.
"Come back," I panted, managing to sit up and reach out to him.
He was pulling on his pants, the muscles in his arms shivering, "that wasn't supposed to happen." He looked upset.
I was offended a tad but I had a deep feeling that it would happen again, "I want to do it again," I crawled over to him quickly, his hand came out to hold me back pushing me back onto the bed into a sitting position.
"You're drunk, I shouldn't have done that," His eyes were regretful, his jeans were zipped and buttoned.
I grabbed onto his hand, and forearm, "if I was drunk I would be sleeping, I can hold my liquor."
"Still," He pushed me back down.
I was still pulsing and I wanted him in so many different ways, my nipples grew hard under my bra from the open window that was circulating in the air throughout the whole house. His hand was over my heart pounding against his palm his heat sinking deep and around my heart through my chest like warm honey. The fires within me burning brighter.
"You have nothing to worry about," my touch was calming his quivering but he wouldn't let me move towards him.
"You say that now, you're still intoxicated."
I sighed, he was making my heart flutter and I was falling in love more than I was at the first gaze his eyes, I can feel my eyes focus on him clearer. He was so handsome, russet skin, he was muscular but not bodybuilder type like Jacob Black, he was searching my eyes. He is so handsome, his red, green, and white lights flashing and illuminating the room and him. I want to kiss him, I want to love him, I want to feel him again. I've never felt this way before, I can feel myself going into a thicker daze looking up at him like he was the only boy on earth. Boy, young man, or man the way he moved was…
"I want this," my cheeks heating at my own boldness.
He searched me, firming his grip and setting me firmly into my sitting position, "you want what?"
"You," my voice leaking with adoration.
"Naomi, baby, you're drunk."
"Please stop saying that," my chest starting to hurt.
"Do you even remember my name?"
"Seth Clearwater." I affirmed, my voice full of adoration, pure adoration.
His eyes softened as I said his name his eyes sparkling, he sighs heavily, "can I know if you have a boyfriend or not? Just in case."
"Never had one," I replied, but you could be my first, I started to blush more at that thought.
His eyes flickering all over my face, his eyes changed to regret again, "was that your first time?"
I blushed harder, personal, huh? My intoxication had me spilling the beans though, "yes."
A vibrator, my own fingers, no penetration ever. Well until now and I wanted more of him, feeling a little bubbly feeling in my stomach the more I looked in his eyes.
His face changed. That regretful look was back.
"What?"
He noticed my body language, his hand softening on my shoulder going over my butterfly heart, he sighs again and he looks at my dresser.
"Stay here," his hand cupped my jaw and neck, the tingling sparkled.
I nodded, he looked me over one more time before going to my dresser and opening drawers realizing in that moment how submissive I was. I hated it but I didn't move, he pulled his shirt back on and pulled out some pajama pants and a shirt, I was soaked between my legs. I was tingling everywhere.
A knock rapped at my door over the music downstairs as I was pulling the shirt over my head, Seth opened the door to a loose Jacob he looked around the room quickly and then back at Seth.
"You didn't," He closes the door and Jake glances at me, "you did. Look at her face," Jake backhanded his torso, I was still leaking, I just noticed the cup in Jacobs hand.
"I-." Seth sighs heavily, "it wasn't supposed to happen, I don't know what happened."
"Charlie's going to flip if he notices," Jacob glances back at me, "look what you did."
"I see it," Seth says a little frustrated, he talks quieter to him.
Jake looks at me his brows pulled together before he looked down at Seth in disbelief, I don't know what's going on and my shoulders started to drop. They turned to the door, Seth started picking up my clothes and he tossed them into my hamper, Jacob handed me the cup I looked at them confused. I looked in the cup, Jacob chuckled lightly when I took it seeing and smelling the liquor inside I took a sip but Jake tipped it up and I had more than a shot. Jacob turned to the door just as the knock came to the door, Seth was opening a window and I couldn't stop looking at him. Seth turned back to me, he snapped his fingers inches away from my face, I blinked a few times and looked away.
Jacob opened the door, my face heating up and the liquor was making me loose again.
"What's going on here?" Charlie asks, his words slurred.
Jacob sips on his cup, "Just chilling, what you doing?"
I don't even know what's going on anymore. Seth kissed me. He had me up against that wall. I crossed my legs.
"Chilling," Charlie slurs, grinning.
I can still feel the heat of his hands on my body, leaving a trail of flames that relaxed everything in me, the way he moved. I shivered with chills running down my spine, I wanted him inside of me again. Seth closes the window.
"I have to use the bathroom now," Charlie says, and I could hear Jacob cut off his words in his throat.
"Okay then," Jacob turns, I looked up at the quiet murmuring I couldn't catch it.
Looking between them as they conversed quietly, a half of song went by before they looked back down at me.
"See?" Jacob looks back at Seth with his eyes.
I looked at Seth chills ran up and down my spine again, Seth looks at Jacob as he walks out of the room.
"Jake," Seth begged.
"Eh, no. Do it," Jacob doesn't turn back around when closed the door.
Completely puzzled, my tummy warm and fuzzy I looked back up at Seth, he looks down at me with the regret. My chest was beginning to hurt, irritatingly, and clearing the haze from my mind my shoulders dropped again.
"Please stop looking at me like that," I looked away from him.
Looking at the Christmas lights on the window sill to my right, my intoxication was settling in my bladder, I got up and stride out of the room to the bathroom. This is the reason I kept my legs closed. When I came back to my bedroom he wasn't there, my heart dropped into my stomach and I couldn't understand this jarring pain in the center of my chest and the flipping of my stomach. Something told me I wasn't going to see him for awhile.
I woke up with a start, gasping, and heart pounding in my chest. I got out of bed in my panic at the memories of Emily's cabin outweighed the dream. I passed out in Emily's cabin to her screaming and Seth's unpredictable calm voice. Why did I dream that? Was my brain fucking with me? I can tell this was real by the heavy sense of emptiness. Movement in my left peripheral, I glanced over to Seth sitting in my desk chair.
"You're okay," he says, his voice is so sincere. "It was just a dream."
My breath went wavy in my chest, "Dad?"
He didn't say anything but his eyes stayed locked with mine, his face softened considerably, "that wasn't a dream."
My heart dropped into my ass, my head started spinning harshly, "no."
The way Seth's hand wrapped around my wrist was unbelievably soft, the boy who grew up helping his mother around the house. Grew up helping cook, and clean, a boy who grew up to be in college and find a wife, the softness of skin of palm indicated it all. His grasp was gentle, and warmed my flesh upon contact, his hand slid up to my forearm. My head continues to spin with self-critical thoughts, harsh thoughts.
You did this. You should be ashamed of yourself. Why didn't you make sure every last one of them was dead? You did this!
It should have been you.
"You have superpowers, Mi."
What? I snapped back to reality.
"What?" I demanded in confusion, "what do you mean?"
"You have superpowers. You passed out," He replied running a hand through short cropped hair, "you fought him. That bruise that was forming on your chest, it healed."
What?
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Rewritten and re-edited. It will all make sense soon, thank you so much for reading.