Something Precious {H.S.}

24: ᴋᴀɴɢᴀʀᴏᴏ

nothing else matters except this.

When I feel sated enough, I still my body and stare into my husband's lifeless eyes. The once sparkling emerald is now a dull and muted green.

Everything is now quiet as I sit on the bloody sheets of my bed. Fully surveying my work, I throw back my head... and laugh.

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I wake up gasping. My heart races, my body full of adrenaline, and my baby moves around wildly inside of me.

I try to calm myself down by taking some deep breaths. Once my pulse has gone back to normal, and Ayla has calmed down, I sit up slowly. Only then do I allow myself to think about that dream.

I go over every aspect of it, trying to convince myself that it has a deeper meaning. But it doesn't. I simply killed Harry.

The thing that makes me feel weird is that... I actually enjoyed the dream. Like, sitting here right now, I feel somewhat satisfied.

I feel satisfied that I stabbed my husband, tasted his blood, played with his blood, and stared into his dead eyes.

That is disturbing as fuck.

I think it's time that I seriously talk to someone. No more excuses, no more pretending that I'm fine.

I pick my phone up off the nightstand and I dial a number.

"Hello?"

"U-uh, hi Niko this is-"

"Ellie? How are you doing?"

I fidget with my sheets as I talk, suddenly feeling unsure. "I'm... I'm ok. Do you have any openings for a session today?" He pauses for a moment, as if he's surprised that I'm actually asking him for once.

"Yeah! How does 1 o'clock sound?"

I look at my clock on the wall. It's only eleven, so I have plenty of time. "Sure, that's fine. Um, could I make a request?"

"Sure, Ellie."

"C-could we do it at my house?"

Niko is silent for so long that I start to tell him to forget it. "I usually don't do house calls, but I'll make an exception."

"Really? Thank you so much, Niko. I'll text you my address."

"Okay then, see ya soon."

After hanging up I leap out of bed and start to get ready. I find myself wanting to look nice, but I don't look too deep into it.

I shower quickly, but take the time to rub bio oil on my stomach. My belly has popped out so much, I know that stretch marks are going to come sooner than later. The doctors told me that my stomach would still grow as if I'm still carrying twins, but actually seeing it is a different story.