Torture, anguish that's what rised up from that scream. Just the sound of it brought back the bloody skin from my dream. Looking around i quickly realize that its me that is screaming. I clamp my hands over my mouth but its to late they all heard it, even the birds did. My hand tasted meatlic and is wet.
"Miss Camille! Are you okay Madam? Your hands are drenched in blood!"
" I'm fine. Just a nightmare..." I replied as casual as I could, but all i could remember was the pleading for help, trying desperately to escape.
" But Miss, you are standing straight up, and when I came in before you awakened, you were dragging your hands across the wall..." said the butler as he helpped me down. I was standing on top of the bed, can someone sleep standing up? The pain began to seep in my hand like a flame liking them.
"I..I dont know why..." I could hear how shattered my voice sounded. Walking towards the restroom i saw the shadows dancing turning towards the door it was blocked by a woman with slkiy black hair.
"Excuse me, please."
All she did was spit in my face then shoved a still burning cigeratte in my still bleeding hands. A scream escaped my mouth.
"YOU SMIPLTIN! YOU DARE PRANCE UPON MY HOUSE? IT IS MINE!! I will NEVER let your child of a family take from me...." she yelled at me as soon as I screamed. From the other hand she raised something- I ran- back into my room then slammed it shut and pushed the dresser up against it. My hands stopped bleeding so i brushed away the thought, the thought that a stranger raised a sword at my neck.
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