I awake with a start, sweat completely drenching my body, and shivers making my body lurch forward every so often. I was beyond frightened by my dream.
"Harry," I called out into the darkness. He had disappeared right before I fell asleep, but I needed him here. He was the only thing that could get me to calm down. "Harry," I call out again.
I've never really called out to Harry, trying to get him to come to me. I've never needed to. Now, however, I find it necessary. But I don't know if it will work, just calling out for him, I mean.
"Harry," I call out one last time, praying that he'll come to my rescue. He doesn't.
Being so scared from the dream and all that's happening, I break into tears. I need Harry to be with me, protecting me from Storm, if needed. I shiver, wondering if Storm could be nearby right now, waiting for the perfect time to kill me, like in my dream.
The thought makes me lay back down, and bury myself under the covers, trying to protect myself from anything and everything. Sobs overwhelm my body as I struggle to catch my breath.
Suddenly, the blankets are gently pulled off me. I'm taken into a pair of cold, strong arms, and my heart immediately slows.
"Harry," I breathe. He holds me close to his chest, rubbing my back trying to comfort me. "Shhh," he cooes, gently starting to rock me back and forth.
When I'm calmed down quite a bit, he speaks up. "Baby, what happened? What's wrong? Talk to me, baby," he continually whispered in me ear when I wouldn't respond, but tightened my grip on the nape of his neck.
I was glad he was here beside me, quite alive. Well, as alive as he could be. I was glad that I wasn't lying dead in an alley somewhere, after being murdered by Storm and my mom.
That's when the tears start to pour out all over again. There was something eery about my mother helping Storm to kill me. It wasn't just your usual nightmare. It was so
vivid, so real. Why would my own mother kill me? Even if only in a dream?
Harry tightens his grip on my body, trying to get me to stop crying. "Are you sick?" He asks me worriedly. I shake my head. "I just had a bad dream. That's all." He doesn't respond. He just keeps gently rocking me, occasionally smoothing my hair back.
"I'm scared," I say in a strained whisper, closing my eyes briefly as me lays my head down in his lap. He looks down at me, his brows furrowing. "Why?" I sigh. "What if Storm comes back? And tries to kill me again?" He chuckles. "He won't hurt you as long as I'm around. I promise," he smiles. I nod, closing my eyes again. I'm already beginning to feel exhausted again. Harry notices and glides his hand thorough my hair, trying to calm me.
Before I know it, I'm in a deep sleep. The dream is as vivid as it was an hour ago.
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