Chapter 63 - Dream Of Me*

Delice turned in bed, her eyebrows furrowed, her facial features twitching sharply under the dim red light of her room.

A groan of pain.

An unintelligible whisper through trembling lips.

Nightmares were battles.

Battles Delice always fought with but never won, because they kept coming back. Hitting her with more intensity than the last, more real everytime as she relived the saddest moments of her life in her dream, just like she was doing right now.

She turned violently in bed, her attempt to wake up futile, her mind been pulled further into an abyss of memories she would give anything not to relive.

But suddenly everything became blank and she was doing that exact thing she didn't want to do.

Reliving. Dreaming.

Once again, there she was, in that cottage, on that raining night, that was filled with flashing lightening and deafening thunder.

The room was dark and it was noisy outside with the rain beating against the transparent window glass.