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I bolt upright with my hand on my throat feeling for the wound but realize it was just a dream. I look over to my left and find Dylann dozing in the little blue chair. Her arms are crossed over her chest and her head hangs to her right.
“Dylann?” I whisper tentatively.
She jerks upright instantly her eyes find me and then flick to my legs then back to my face.
“Are you okay?” She asks, putting her back against the chair.
“Yeah I’m fine. I just had a nightmare.”
“Was it really scary enough to have to wake me?” She asks with a smirk looking directly at my eyes with her beautiful baby blues.
“Yes.”
“Want to talk about it?”
“You turned and then bit me. The end.”
“Hmm. Interesting.Okay,” A smirk playing on the corner of her lip.
“It was the details that made it frightening,” I say crossing my arms over my chest.
“Okay.”
“You psycho! It was scary!”
“Me a psycho? Ha! How?”
“One, you snuck into my house. Two, you stabbed my leg!” I say the last part, waving my hand at my right leg to emphasise my point.
“Okay.”
“You don’t have a very big vocabulary do you?”
“Actually I have a very irrationally large vocabulary.”
“Wow, big words.”
“Hey, are you up for walking much tomorrow?”
“Sure, but why?”
“I was thinking if we start moving tomorrow we can at least make it a little closer to our destination.”
“Okay. I have one request though.”
“What is it?”
“I want to take the picture and rose in the hallway with us.”
“ Okay. That won’t be to hard.”
It suddenly goes quiet in the little blue room. I play with a loose string on the quilt, wrapped around me. Out of the corner of my eye I see Dylann with her head tipped towards the ceiling. I look at her fully and take in her posture. She kinda slumps in the chair with her arms still crossed over her chest. I look down at her legs and find them parted like I sit.
“What does the rose symbolize for you?” Dylann asks suddenly.
“My dad gave it to my mom and told her ‘this is to remember me by when I’m gone’”.
“Did your dad leave you guys?”
“No, he worked for the military. When our house was attacked by those savages that picture and rose were the only things I could grab. That was when we got separated.”
“Wait, this isn’t your house?” She asks while pointing at the floor to her side.
“No, I live a few towns over.”
“Oh, okay.”
“Where are you from?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well you have an accent that I can’t tell where it is from.”
“Oh! It’s an Irish accent but I was born in Nebraska.”
Chapter 2 part 2
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