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She was floating in between reality and fantasy. Sometimes the room looked like a giant grey bubble, and then it was suddenly back to concrete. She hadn't slept in the past three days. She'd drifted on and off but then, she now sat in a corner, her eyes wide open.
Amelia was scared that if she slept for even a minute, she was going to die.
So she stayed awake, staring at nothing, her entire body hurting from rolling and changing positions on that concrete. She was going to die.
Everything was blurry now and she had a massive headache. She just wanted to curl into a ball and give into the blackness, where there was no pain and no feeling.
But she knew Eric would come for her. She felt it in her bones.
As if he heard her, he suddenly materialized.
'Amelia!' he screamed and ran toward her.
'Eric,' she moaned reaching out to him. But when he reached her, he evaporated into the air.
A tear escaped her right eye. She was hallucinating again. The tears flowed steadily down her face now, but she didn't give up. She knew Eric would come find her.
He would, wouldn't he?
Eric woke up, sweating profusely, his heart thumping madly in his chest.
Amelia was alive! He had fallen asleep early after the tour of Valencia with his sister and was back home in his room. He'd been hungry and exhausted and didn't even know how he ended up in his bed.
He replayed the dream in his head.
He couldn't recall a thing! All he could see was her, in a dirty robe, sitting in a corner, looking as miserable as ever.
His body began to tremble and he growled in frustration.
There was only one person that could help him now. He stood up and crept to Bree's room. She was dead to the world.
'Bree?' he whispered urgently when he got to her bedside.
She blinked and sat up. To a normal human, she didn't look like she'd been asleep. You'd think she'd just been resting her eyes.
'Eric? Are you okay?'
He shook his head, 'Bree, Amelia is alive.'
Bree's eyes widenend, 'you're kidding. How do you know?'
'I had a dream-'
'A dream?' Bree interrupted and fell back on her bed, 'listen to yourself, Eric. You had a dream.'
He growled in frustration, 'I know I sound crazy, Bree. But I'm serious!' he gasped in desperation almost in tears, 'she looked awful,' he said and Bree could hear the pain in his voice, 'I hated seeing her like that. She was..she..Oh God...'
'Eric, don't you dare start crying again. Don't you dare!'
He blinked hard and clenched his teeth, taking in deep breaths, 'Bree, you have to help me.'
She rolled her eyes and sat up again, 'okay, let's say this dream of yours was real. What did you see?'
'I can't remember,' he groaned in frustration, 'all I could see was her. I saw nothing but her,' he said, inhaling again as the tears threatened to over take him.
'How do you expect me to help you when all you saw was her? She could be anywhere! Buried in the earth, in a cellar, in a prison, floating in the heavens-'
The last words made Eric's breath hiss out sharply. He looked up at his sister, hurt.
'Eric, that came out wrong. I'm sorry.'
'Never mind,' he said, standing up, 'this was a mistake. You can go back to bed. Must've been wishful thinking after all.'
'Eric,' she moaned in dismay.
He shook his head and left her room.
Bree felt as guilty as ever. But one thing she knew for sure, Eric wasn't going crazy. This wasn't the first time he'd had weird dreams that somehow turned out to be true in the end.
She got up from bed and quickly changed her clothes. She was going to find Amelia, dead or alive.
Hopefully it was the latter.
Eric paced in his room just as the red sun of Valencia peeked above the trees in the forest. He had tried in vain to remember the dream but to no avail.