Chapter 92
Kyrah's POV
I'm surrounded by smoke and fire, there's no way out. It's a circle of fire that keeps moving inward towards me. Scott's in the middle lying on the floor, unconscious. It's like the fire is some kind of a mighty being that keeps holding its head up regally and proudly as its destruction spreads, daring me to challenge its power. Black plumes of smoke rise above us and I begin panicking.
Where the hell are we?
I've tried screaming for help but no one can hear me. Tried waking Scott but he isn't moving a single muscle.
"Help! Somebody, please help us!" I yell at the top of my lungs as the fire gets even closer to us. The flames are so intense and furious, undulating like some grotesque creature hell-bent on our murder. I feel so helpless!
Beads of sweat have formed on my forehead, my entire body is sweaty and the smoke is gaining it's way into my lungs.
I begin coughing.
The fire moves even closer now and I swear I can hear someone whisper my name and chuckle.
"Kyraaaah," the female voice whispers.
I try to look around but all I see is fire and smoke.
This is not just fire. It is death!
"Who are you?! Show yourself!" I demand but the voice changes to a mad scientist's laughter and that scares the shit out of me.
"Why are you doing this?" my lower lip trembles when I speak.
"Pain demands to be felt, Kyraaah..." the voice replies.
I can't hold back my tears anymore and I begin sobbing.
"Let us go, please!" I kneel down and stare at the flames. Right now my heart is beating at a staccato rhythm.
I squeeze my eyes shut, and take in a long, slow, shaky breath, trying to force air into my compressed lungs. I'm wheezing as tiny wisps of air struggle to get through.
At this point I can't even move, the fire is only inches away and I place myself on top of Scott and whisper to him.
"I'm so sorry." My finger traces his jaw and his stubble feels good on the tip of my finger. Crimson anger is rising from the burning blaze.
"This is it," I tell myself, my body shaking like a leaf being blown by wind, as I wait for the fire to consume us. I shut my eyes tight and scream at the top of my lungs and when I open them again, I'm in a river.
"Scott!" I call out to him. Inky darkness surrounds me now. It's so dark, darker than when Landon Kirby was inside Malivore, in the series Legacies. The water is freezing cold, it stings.
"Kyraaaah..."
That voice again, now, it feels as if the wind is calling me.
"Scott! Where are you?!" I look around me but nothing can be seen, not even trees. The darkness seems to have a weight to it that seems to press down on me, making it hard to breathe.
I can't swim and I'm struggling to stay afloat. I kick my legs as fast as I can and part the water with huge strokes of my arms, but I'm pathetic at it.
What is happening? Where is everyone? Where has Scott gone?
"Sco–" something pulls me from beneath the water and in seconds I am panicking below the ice cold water. I can't breathe and no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to get to the surface. My chest is on fire. I need to breathe.
When I look at my feet, I see Blake pulling me towards the bottom. An odd blueish light is surrounding him. I want to scream but I cant. His eyes look terrifying. I try to go back up to the surface and when I get there, I scream and sob at the same time but I get pulled back deep into the water, I stretch my arms out as if to grab anything but I can't find anything to hold on to.
As of now I can't hold my breath for long and I know I'm going to die right here where no one will find me. I blink slowly and shut my eyes, waiting to die.
"Kyraaaah..."
I gasp and open my eyes immediately. I can't breathe at all, I'm wheezing louder than usual. Scott is next to me on the bed and when I pat him, rather smack his arm, he wakes up, panicked.
"Jesus! Kyrah, are you okay?" I shake my head. I can't speak. He switches on the lights. His blue eye are full of worry.
"Take it easy, think of something good, something or someone that makes you happy. Remember how I showed you. Breathe with me... In... Out... In... Out, again... In... Out." I follow his instructions.
"Where's your inhaler?" He gets out of bed, and I point at the nightstand on his side. He quickly checks the drawers and finds it.
"In... Out... In..." he joins me on the bed and hugs me gently, he then gives me the inhaler and I direct my eyes to him as my wheezing slows a little. Then I place the inhaler by my side as we breathe in and out together.
It was only just a nightmare.
When my wheezing stops he asks, brows furrowed.
"Don't you need the inhaler?" he speaks and I shake my head slowly.
As of now I know I don't need it. I don't need the inhaler when he's around. He told me to think of something good or someone that makes me happy. I didn't want to think of Blake because of the nightmare I just had, so I thought of Scott first. Then my mom and Roxy.
I lie on his chest and take a long deep breath. I'm sweaty, my hair is even wet. How long did that nightmare last?
Scott caresses my shoulder with his thumb in circles and that simple gesture calms me. His scent is so sweet and I keep taking in deep breaths.
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