Setting the Dark on Fire

Setting the Dark on Fire: Chapter 10

Short, but Informational too :D

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Milena P.O.V.

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I wake up well rested and frustrated; frustrated that the dream ended the same as last time.

I sit up and stand up from the couch.

As soon as I take a step, my stomach starts to grumble.

I walk to the fridge and take out a couple of the same packaged peanut butter sandwich things as yesterday and a bottle of water.

Then I make my way outside the balcony and sit on one of its ledges with my legs crossed.

I know I don't have to cross my legs here but it's a habit.

I eat and look at the sun as it's rising.

I smile as I imagine the trees as tall buildings and sky scrapers.

I wait until I see some of the sun over the horizon and take the trash inside.

I throw the trash away and start to wander around Isolde's room.

I look at some of her finished and unfinished dresses on the dressmaker dummies.

I look at the several sketches thrown around.

I run my fingers along the rolls of different fabric.

I'm walking along one of the walls for the second time and notice something I didn't the first time.

A calendar.

It says it's Saturday, July 23rd, 2011.

No.

It can't be.

The day I was "abducted" was Friday, August 26th, 2010.

My knees buck and I fall on them.

I was wrong; so very wrong.

What I thought were days were actually months.

It was almost eleven months. Hell, it was almost year.

I hadn't been away from Jason for more than a week.

My throat catches and I begin to feel a scream crawling up it.

But I stop myself and remember who I am and where I am.

I move my hand to cover my mouth and attempt to muffle whatever noise comes out.

The pain of the scream relentlessly attacking my throat and the pain of not seeing Jason causes me to start tearing up.

Pretty soon my whole face is soaked in my tears.

A bit after that my throat stops throbbing and I remove my hand.

My head starts racing.

Jason must think something horrible happened to me or that I'm a horrible person.

And It was only then that it struck me.

It struck me how much I needed him.

My head is throbbing.

Two feelings I hadn't felt in a very long time rock through me.

I am feeling desperate.

And I am feeling vulnerable.

I know I love Jason and that he is the most important thing to me, but it is so much more than that.

I have been through a lot of pain but this is arduously agonizing.