The Wrong Bride!
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A few more days quickly went by and Nevaeh spent them alone. Dale was barely around, and if she was honest, he seemed to be spending more and more time out each day and she wasn't comfortable. She didn't think he was working, because the man had showed his disinterest towards work.
Her nightmares had returned once again, and they seem to grow worse by the day. They haunted her badly, she now dreads the night. It was always as if each nightmare was more horrifying than the last. She was always been chased by monsters, and she didn't know why. It seemed they were after something, but what? She hasn't figured it out. But she was sure they were.
In her dreams, someone was always beckoning on her name, telling her when to run and where to hide. It was a siren feminine voice, and it sounded familiar. It was always guiding her and whoever it was has become a night saviour. In her last dream, she had seen a huge dark gate, with vines growing around it, almost hiding it from human eyes. The gate seemed to guard a city, and the monsters had caught her there.
She sighed as she looked at her hand which was itching. It grew worse by the day. It now had black-like veins spreading towards her arm, like dark vines, which creeped her out, and the pain was becoming unbearable. She could tell Dale was looking for some solution for her mysterious affliction. He was bothered about it and she knew it. She also knew he had an idea about what was going on with her, but he wouldn't tell her. She could see it from the way he helplessly and sadly looks at her hand like he was to be blamed for her problem, and maybe this was the reason he barely stayed indoors these days. She didn't like seeing him like that. Though she desired to put some space between them, she hated being alone more. There was some sort of serenity and comfort he provided her, and honestly, she missed it when he wasn't there.
She sat in the library alone as she drew on her sketch book. Lately, this was how she spent her days. She was scared of falling asleep during the day, as Dale wasn't there to comfort her or wake her up, so she tried to keep herself busy.
Her sketching hand paused when she felt a presence around her. She raised her head and she was shocked to see her standing there, smiling cheerfully at her. Nevaeh rose to her feet as she looked around before glancing back at her.
"H-how are you here?" She had not heard her walk in, neither did she hear the sound of the door. After their first mysterious encounter, she had wished she would visit again, and she waited but she didn't come.
Laila smiled and walked towards her. "Doors are only for those who are limited."
Nevaeh tried to understand what she had said. She wasn't limited by a door? Was that what she meant?
Laila smiled at her as she approached the table. "Don't worry, I'll try to behave more... human next time." She said before glancing at the open sketch book on the table.
"They must scare you." Her voice died down in a low and sad tone as she traced the lines with her hand, while Nevaeh watched her. She flipped over the book, and in every page was a sketch of the monster in her dreams.
"Such sick things, they must trouble you." Laila hissed.
Nevaeh narrowed her eyes at her as she tried to comprehend her words and countenance.
"You know these things, don't you?" She asked, while Laila nodded.
"Everyone of my kind knows them." She closed the book.
"Your kind?" Nevaeh muttered. "What are your kind?" She suddenly asked. Her eyes flamed with curiosity and also with uncertainty. She didn't know why she was asking such a question, which to her and every normal human was stupid, but she wanted to ask. She had realized everyone spoke in riddles, and maybe it was time she stopped dismissing them and started reading some meanings to them. Dale spoke like he was in a past time, like he knew her from a past time. At first she had thought he must have been referring to Elle, but now she didn't know anymore. And he also did some mysterious things like popping out of nowhere like her. And mysterious things were also happening to her too. She needed answers, and it seemed Dale was scared to provide her with the ones she needs. She had agreed to wait, but she was beginning to think she might have made the wrong decision.
Her eyes focused on Laila with ferocious intensity as it seems she might know.'
Laila's smile dwindled a bit before she broadly smiled again. She walked round the table towards Nevaeh. "Do you believe in the supernatural, Elleanor?" She asked.
The supernatural?
"Like angels and demons?" She asked, while the girl nodded.
"Yes."
"Well...I don't." She replied and Laila smiled again.
"You were once a believer."
Was that a question or a statement?
"I..." Nevaeh stuttered. "I don't think so." She had never believed in stuff like that.
Laila gave a brief nod as she stopped in front of her and held her injured hand, before looking at Nevaeh straight in the eye.
"Then tell me Elleanor, wife of Engel, what do you believe in?"
Nevaeh felt an awkward, yet intense feeling in her heart when Laila asked that question. She could feel the answers at the tip of her tongue and she was ready to roll them out, but she felt stuck, like that wasn't what she needed. There was more. Nevertheless, she replied. "I believe in good, and bad. In love, family, friendships and goodwill and freewill."
"What does more mean? Believe in what exactly?" Nevaeh pressed.
"What exist beneath human eyes?" Laila shrugged and looked at her hand. "Your hand gets worse." She frowned as she looked at it, making Nevaeh to look at it as well.
"It is." She sighed. "I don't understand what's going on. It seems to worsen whenever I wake up."
"And the dreams get intense the next time."
"How did you know?" Nevaeh's eyes gleamed with suspicion, but Laila sighed and evaded her gaze.
"I wish I can help you now." She said. Nevaeh could tell she had just evaded her question.
"How did you help me the first time? You did something didn't you? Do you think you can do it again?" She was desperate to have this thing off her hand. It creeped her out. She didn't know what it was and she was tempted to go to the hospital, but Dale had asked her to stay indoors.
Laila sadly looked at her as she shook her head. "I'm not permitted to." Nevaeh could see the anger that glowed in her eyes.
"So you can help, but you won't?" A frown creased her brows making Laila to look at her with concern.
"It's not like that. I just...."
"You know what, forget it." Nevaeh frowned.
"You're just some stranger who keeps showing up in this hell I'm being trapped in." She drawled.
"Elleanor..." Laila's voice trembled.
"Leave." Nevaeh drawled.
"Elle-"
"Calling me that, means you know nothing. Just leave!." She snapped, as she pointed to the door.
Laila was surprised by her sudden outburst and she could only nod. She turned around to leave, but she walked towards one of the book shelves, and picked a book.
Nevaeh felt her body shake with anger and she was ready to yell one more time, when Laila spoke up first.
"I know everything might be strange and overwhelming for you, but know it's no one's fault. Dale already has a hard time as it is, but if you badly want some answers then you should read and prepare yourself."
Nevaeh looked at the book she had placed on the table.
Mythology? Really?
Her anger scaled up while her eyes glowed with fury. "Just leave, and don't you come back here."
Laila turned and around and left, leaving Nevaeh in her standing position.
Nevaeh felt her head was about to explode. Something was happening to her. She wasn't a violent person, but she couldn't handle the secrecy and mystery anymore. She wasn't feeling comfortable anymore. Her hand looked like some cursed ... or plagued object, and she was being haunted in her sleep. She needed sleep, but she couldn't sleep. Dale was gone to God knows where and she was lonely. She was slowly getting sleep deprived.
She needed answers, she needed some peace and she wanted this thing on her hand gone. Maybe she should chop it off, but who was she kidding? She couldn't cut off her hand.
She fell back on the chair as tears slowly began to warm her eyes. She didn't want to cry, but she couldn't help it.. All these things were becoming too much.
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Chapter 47: Believe?
A few more days quickly went by and Nevaeh spent them alone. Dale was barely around, and if she was honest, he seemed to be spending more and more time out each day and she wasn't comfortable. She didn't think he was working, because the man had showed his disinterest towards work.
Her nightmares had returned once again, and they seem to grow worse by the day. They haunted her badly, she now dreads the night. It was always as if each nightmare was more horrifying than the last. She was always been chased by monsters, and she didn't know why. It seemed they were after something, but what? She hasn't figured it out. But she was sure they were.
In her dreams, someone was always beckoning on her name, telling her when to run and where to hide. It was a siren feminine voice, and it sounded familiar. It was always guiding her and whoever it was has become a night saviour. In her last dream, she had seen a huge dark gate, with vines growing around it, almost hiding it from human eyes. The gate seemed to guard a city, and the monsters had caught her there.
She sighed as she looked at her hand which was itching. It grew worse by the day. It now had black-like veins spreading towards her arm, like dark vines, which creeped her out, and the pain was becoming unbearable. She could tell Dale was looking for some solution for her mysterious affliction. He was bothered about it and she knew it. She also knew he had an idea about what was going on with her, but he wouldn't tell her. She could see it from the way he helplessly and sadly looks at her hand like he was to be blamed for her problem, and maybe this was the reason he barely stayed indoors these days. She didn't like seeing him like that. Though she desired to put some space between them, she hated being alone more. There was some sort of serenity and comfort he provided her, and honestly, she missed it when he wasn't there.
She sat in the library alone as she drew on her sketch book. Lately, this was how she spent her days. She was scared of falling asleep during the day, as Dale wasn't there to comfort her or wake her up, so she tried to keep herself busy.
Her sketching hand paused when she felt a presence around her. She raised her head and she was shocked to see her standing there, smiling cheerfully at her. Nevaeh rose to her feet as she looked around before glancing back at her.
"H-how are you here?" She had not heard her walk in, neither did she hear the sound of the door. After their first mysterious encounter, she had wished she would visit again, and she waited but she didn't come.
Laila smiled and walked towards her. "Doors are only for those who are limited."
Nevaeh tried to understand what she had said. She wasn't limited by a door? Was that what she meant?
Laila smiled at her as she approached the table. "Don't worry, I'll try to behave more... human next time." She said before glancing at the open sketch book on the table.
"They must scare you." Her voice died down in a low and sad tone as she traced the lines with her hand, while Nevaeh watched her. She flipped over the book, and in every page was a sketch of the monster in her dreams.
"Such sick things, they must trouble you." Laila hissed.
Nevaeh narrowed her eyes at her as she tried to comprehend her words and countenance.
"You know these things, don't you?" She asked, while Laila nodded.
"Everyone of my kind knows them." She closed the book.
"Your kind?" Nevaeh muttered. "What are your kind?" She suddenly asked. Her eyes flamed with curiosity and also with uncertainty. She didn't know why she was asking such a question, which to her and every normal human was stupid, but she wanted to ask. She had realized everyone spoke in riddles, and maybe it was time she stopped dismissing them and started reading some meanings to them. Dale spoke like he was in a past time, like he knew her from a past time. At first she had thought he must have been referring to Elle, but now she didn't know anymore. And he also did some mysterious things like popping out of nowhere like her. And mysterious things were also happening to her too. She needed answers, and it seemed Dale was scared to provide her with the ones she needs. She had agreed to wait, but she was beginning to think she might have made the wrong decision.
Her eyes focused on Laila with ferocious intensity as it seems she might know.'
Laila's smile dwindled a bit before she broadly smiled again. She walked round the table towards Nevaeh. "Do you believe in the supernatural, Elleanor?" She asked.
The supernatural?
"Yes."
"Well...I don't." She replied and Laila smiled again.
"You were once a believer."
Was that a question or a statement?
"I..." Nevaeh stuttered. "I don't think so." She had never believed in stuff like that.
Laila gave a brief nod as she stopped in front of her and held her injured hand, before looking at Nevaeh straight in the eye.
"Then tell me Elleanor, wife of Engel, what do you believe in?"
Nevaeh felt an awkward, yet intense feeling in her heart when Laila asked that question. She could feel the answers at the tip of her tongue and she was ready to roll them out, but she felt stuck, like that wasn't what she needed. There was more. Nevertheless, she replied. "I believe in good, and bad. In love, family, friendships and goodwill and freewill."
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Laila's lips twitched at her response. "You should believe more.""What does more mean? Believe in what exactly?" Nevaeh pressed.
"What exist beneath human eyes?" Laila shrugged and looked at her hand. "Your hand gets worse." She frowned as she looked at it, making Nevaeh to look at it as well.
"It is." She sighed. "I don't understand what's going on. It seems to worsen whenever I wake up."
"And the dreams get intense the next time."
"How did you know?" Nevaeh's eyes gleamed with suspicion, but Laila sighed and evaded her gaze.
"I wish I can help you now." She said. Nevaeh could tell she had just evaded her question.
"How did you help me the first time? You did something didn't you? Do you think you can do it again?" She was desperate to have this thing off her hand. It creeped her out. She didn't know what it was and she was tempted to go to the hospital, but Dale had asked her to stay indoors.
Laila sadly looked at her as she shook her head. "I'm not permitted to." Nevaeh could see the anger that glowed in her eyes.
"So you can help, but you won't?" A frown creased her brows making Laila to look at her with concern.
"It's not like that. I just...."
"You're just some stranger who keeps showing up in this hell I'm being trapped in." She drawled.
"Elleanor..." Laila's voice trembled.
"Leave." Nevaeh drawled.
"Elle-"
"Calling me that, means you know nothing. Just leave!." She snapped, as she pointed to the door.
Laila was surprised by her sudden outburst and she could only nod. She turned around to leave, but she walked towards one of the book shelves, and picked a book.
Nevaeh felt her body shake with anger and she was ready to yell one more time, when Laila spoke up first.
"I know everything might be strange and overwhelming for you, but know it's no one's fault. Dale already has a hard time as it is, but if you badly want some answers then you should read and prepare yourself."
Nevaeh looked at the book she had placed on the table.
Mythology? Really?
Her anger scaled up while her eyes glowed with fury. "Just leave, and don't you come back here."
Laila turned and around and left, leaving Nevaeh in her standing position.
Nevaeh felt her head was about to explode. Something was happening to her. She wasn't a violent person, but she couldn't handle the secrecy and mystery anymore. She wasn't feeling comfortable anymore. Her hand looked like some cursed ... or plagued object, and she was being haunted in her sleep. She needed sleep, but she couldn't sleep. Dale was gone to God knows where and she was lonely. She was slowly getting sleep deprived.
She needed answers, she needed some peace and she wanted this thing on her hand gone. Maybe she should chop it off, but who was she kidding? She couldn't cut off her hand.
She fell back on the chair as tears slowly began to warm her eyes. She didn't want to cry, but she couldn't help it.. All these things were becoming too much.
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