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| Nightmare Part XXVIII Kalen rushed in and gathered Tara in his arms He just held and rocked her until she was quiet When she was finally calm again, he questioned her "Tell me what happened, Tara." "Another nightmare, but Taryn was there this time." "You dreamt of Taryn? That's not unusal considering you've been absorbed in her journal." She pulled away from him so that she could look into his eyes "No, Kalen, I didn't dream of Taryn. She was there. I held her in my arms!" "You mean you dreamt you did." he said, trying to understand "No, it wasn't a dream, well it was, but it was real. I held my sister in my arms, Kalen! I did!" "All right. If you're that convinced, I believe you. Tell me what happened." "The nightmare started out as usual, except for Taryn's presence. Then it grew in intensity up to a point. Taryn and I managed to hold it at bay. For a while. Then this horrible....thing, appeared, and grabbed Taryn. I tried to hold onto her, but she released me, and let the thing take her. That's when I woke up." "I don't understand any of this." Kalen said, though I could tell he believed me I don't know what I would have done if he hadn't "Come on, Tara, let's you you cleaned up, and tend to your wounds." And for the first time, I noticed that I was covered in blood Copyright � 5/27/2001 Terri Lyn Stanfield All Rights Reserved |
| Nightmare Part XXIX We went into the bathing room and removed my clothes I suppose I should have felt self-conscious or embarrassed being naked in front of Kalen, but I was not After washing off all of the blood, we found that the extent of my injury was long scratch marks on both arms From where Taryn and I had clung to each other, I assumed Kalen, too, was now wearing bloodied clothes, so he returned to his quarters to change I thought back over the dream That, in itself, a new experience, for never before had I been able to remember them I went over every bit of it, trying to gain some clue as to Taryn's whereabouts I was sure there was one, if only I could find it But what really haunted me was the knowledge that there, at the end, Taryn had let go of me I have no doubt that she did just that I believe if she'd held onto me, we could have beaten that thing Why did she let go? There must have been a reason, but what? Copyright � 5/27/2001Terri Lyn Stanfield All Rights Reserved |
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