part 2/3 Chapter twoA Chapter by Sara
Previous Version This is a previous version of part 2/3 Chapter two. The fear was so strong then that it made her jump
off the rotted porch. It pushed her through the minefield of junk she called a
backyard. It compelled her to run down a path and urged her to climb a tree. She spent the rest of the night sitting there,
waiting for the lights to leave her eyes, waiting for the voices to be silent.
She vowed not to have another vision as long she lived. Selma shivered with fear, realizing that Kendra,
who was the strongest and bravest person she knew, was likely already dead. Each time her eyes had fluttered closed with sleep,
she slipped further off the branch. She slipped once, twice and then fell. She climbed the tree again and sat there until she
fell again; all night she kept herself awake that way and by morning, the light
in her eyes and the voices in her mind were gone. She’d won against the
alluring pull of sleep. She made her way back when the sky was bright and
her nurse was awake, sipping a can of iced tea on her aunt’s porch. “Its over. It’ll be a long time before the lights
comes back, I’m sure.” Selma had said tossing the car keys at the elderly
woman. The old nurse caught the keys with one hand and raised a single white
eyebrow. “Does this mean I’m free to go now?” Nurse Jenny
said sipping slowly. Jenny watched her carefully as she circled around the
porch and staggered toward the Volkswagen. “Yes.” Selma
said too tired to roll her eyes. “Okay look I’m sorry for stealing them, but if
I let you go, you would’ve told them where I was.” Selma said opening the back
door to Jenny’s car. “And why would that be a bad thing?” Her nurse
asked with a frown. “Because they would drug me. When I fall asleep
before the voices go away"things"happen. Like to Kendra and Doctor Ben.” “That wasn’t your fault, Selma. You aren’t making
these things happen; you’re just seeing them before they do.” “How do you know that?” Selma snarled, slamming the
car door shut, “You don’t know anything. I have a vision with Kendra in it, and
now she’s gone"and what about when I dreamed about Doctor Ben, he went missing
too. I’m making them disappear; it’s all my fault. They’re probably dead.”
Selma said with a cracked voice. “Selma, I think you’re running away for a different
reason. You know you’re not making them disappear. You’re afraid of what you’ll
see when you fall asleep.” ‘Or of how my visions will be used when I fall
asleep,’ Selma thought but she only shrugged her shoulders at Jenny before
dropping into the back seat of the classic Volkswagen. Jenny stepped into the driver’s seat, balancing her
drink, her sunglasses and car keys in her hands. She sighed before she started
her car, which began bellowing a calming Jazz tune. “Jenny, do they hurt them? Does the Center hurt the
people I dream about?” Selma asks quietly after watching her nurse back out of the
driveway. “If you really want to know, all you have to do is
let the visions in. You haven’t let them in since Kendra disappeared. Is there
something going on?” Jenny said watching Selma in the rear view mirror. Selma looked out the window at the house she used
to call home, she didn’t answer Jenny’s question. Onto the car window, she
traced the letters ICFD and quietly, she whispered the meaning of the old code:
In Case of a Friend’s Death. “Don’t worry, I’m certain Kendra is alright.” Jenny sighed, patting Selma’s leg. As Jenny drove Selma back to the Center that
morning, Selma fell asleep without strange visions getting in the way. The sound of a dog barking makes Selma jump. She
has trouble feeling the fear she had that summer night. Now as she smells the
damp air full of pine trees and fallen leaves, Selma only feels sleepiness. She knew the moment she closed her eyes, none of it
would seem real. The room, the blankets, the strange tasting drink and the cold
wind would be far away. ‘Maybe the dark was the only thing real and this was all a dream my mind made up to make me feel
better,’ she thinks darkly. Selma tries to stand up, fighting the apathy but
the effort throws her body into a violent spasm. She turns to steady herself
against the couch, gripping the leather as tight as she could. Selma feels a frightening numbness hold her; it
wasn’t the sleep aids she was used to. It was something much stronger finally taking
effect. Selma crashes into the couch face first. "Jenny, are you there? Help me! I know you’re
here. You’re always here." Selma says rolling over, trying to pull her self
up but no one answers her call. For the first time Selma could remember, her nurse
was late. Selma rolls up her sleeve and pinches her arm. The
pain helps and Selma break the sleeping spell but she can hardly sit up. She sits forward as her nails dig into the couch,
trying to force her body to stay up. “I’m awake. It shouldn’t be possible but I’m awake.”
She whispers to herself. Selma brushes back her hair with a shaking hand.
She looks up when she hears the sound of gravel scattering outside and the
familiar click of the latch on the clubhouse door. “Jenny, where were you? I just had a close call.”
Selma says, turning her head in time to see a flash of something shiny at the
door and feels a pin prick in her thigh. Glancing down, Selma finds a dart protruding from
her leg. “How?” Selma yells out in shock. As Selma fights the sedative, her leg drops out
from under her, knocking her off the couch. She topples over her soda and stumbles
into the crate. Selma looks around for her assailant but she couldn’t make
anything out as the visions become blindingly strong. “P-puh please, don’t let me fall asleep. I don’t
want to go back. I promise I’ll do anything just please.” Selma begs as she
sinks to the ground, gripping the crate. Jenny steps into the room, tossing the dart gun to
the side. Reaching over, she silently lifts Selma back onto
the couch and smiles at the young woman as she yanks out the dart out of her
leg. Her long grey hair was beginning to fall out of the
tight bun she had tied earlier in the day. There were dark circles around her
deep brown eyes, ones Selma never noticed before. Selma tries to reach out and touch Jenny’s suddenly
unfamiliar face, trying to understand her actions. The nurse gently pats Selma’s pale cold hand with
her warm wrinkled ones, pressing it down to Selma’s side. "It’s okay, Selma. I know what I’m doing. Just
relax and focus on the ticking of the watch. That’ll help you find him when you
get there. It’s going to be okay. I’ve taken care of everything. All you have
to do is watch out for Mr. Smith. His people will come after you.” The rest of
her words were unintelligible as Selma finally falls asleep. Her body feels as though it was dissolving. It took
all her strength to keep her eyes open long enough see a blurry figure step
into the room. “No, stop.” Selma whispers, jerking awake. Selma blinks and finds that time itself has folded.
She’s lying outside in the grass as a hooded figure crouches over her. He grips the back of her shirt and loops his arms
under her knees. In a last ditch effort, Selma screams and hits at
the figure as he lifts her up and places her into the back of a car. Nurse
Jenny’s car, Selma realizes. There was something familiar about the figure but
Selma was in no state to figure out what. “Where did they take them, Jenny? What do they do
to the people in my dreams? Why do they all disappear? You know, don’t you?”
Selma babbles in her half-sleep as she fights the sedatives with a supernatural
strength. She could open her eyes again, but she could only
see two blurry figures in the car seat in front of her. Selma’s eyes close and
this time they weren’t going to open for a very long time. Nurse Jenny glances
back from the driver’s seat to the slouching teenage passenger. “Even if I told you, sweetheart, you wouldn’t want
to believe me.” Jenny said as she watched her head lull back into the seat. “Will she be alright? Should I do something more?”
Asks the hooded figure as he shuts the passenger side door. His voice is
strained with worry. “I don’t know but she does have an incredibly
strong constitution for sleep aids. I think she’ll be fine. Will, don’t stress
yourself out. She’s fine.” Jenny says suppressing a smile when she notices Will looking back at
Selma. Will grunts, turns and continues to frown. © 2013 Sara |
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Added on February 2, 2013 Last Updated on February 2, 2013 AuthorSaraToronto, CanadaAboutMy name is Sara, all you really need to know about me is that I love a good story. It doesn't matter what shape, length or style. The story is what I live for. I'll read any story, novel or book. .. more..Writing
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