Chapter 17
_Mira’s POV_
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I fell asleep with a soft smile on my face, thinking of the evening I had spent with Aaron. His kindness, his presence–it had all left me feeling warm and safe, like I finally belonged somewhere. But soon, the peace of sleep gave way to a strange and
haunting dream.
I was standing in a house. The same one as before. The old, creaky floors, dim lighting, and dusty furniture felt all too familiar, and yet, I knew I had never actually
been there. But this time, the house was quiet. Eerily quiet. And I was alone.
A chill crept over me as I wandered from room to room. Each space was filled with
shadows, stretching across the walls like dark hands. The silence was so thick, I
could almost hear my own heartbeat echoing in the empty rooms.
Finally, I reached the dining room, and the sight that awaited me was horrifying. The
floor was soaked in blood, thick and dark, glistening under the dim light. My heart
pounded as I saw two bodies–one of a man, lifeless, sprawled on the floor. And
beside him was a woman, clutching her side, breathing shallowly. They were the man
and the woman from the portrait.
I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t. My feet moved on their own, drawing me closer.
The woman’s eyes opened, glazed with pain, but when she looked at me, there was a
strange softness in her gaze.
She tried to smile, though it looked more like a grimace. Her lips parted, and her voice
was barely a whisper. “Mira… run… hide yourself.” She coughed, blood spilling from her mouth. “Mama… will be fine. Don’t worry… baby.”
I froze, my breath catching in my throat. I stared at her, my mind spinning. What was she saying? She wasn’t my mother. My real mother was someone else. Why was she
saying such things?
I knelt down beside her, reaching out instinctively. The woman tried to lift her hand
toward me, her fingers trembling, as though she just wanted to touch me one last
time. I was close enough to feel the warmth of her breath, her desperation, her need
to protect me.
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But before I could reach her, I felt strong arms wrap around me from behind, lifting
me off the ground. I struggled, my heart racing with fear. “Let me go!” I cried, trying to
twist free, but the hold on me was unbreakable, firm and overpowering.
A hand clamped over my mouth, silencing my screams. Panic flooded my mind, and I kicked my legs, desperate to get free, but I couldn’t break his grip. I tried to shout, to
plead, but the words were muffled, swallowed by the silence of the dream.
Then, suddenly, I jolted awake, gasping for air, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it would burst from my chest. I sat up, clutching the blanket, my whole body trembling. The room was dark, but I could see familiar shapes–the outline of my dresser, the soft glow of the moon filtering through the curtains. I was in my room, safe in Aaron’s
packhouse.
But the terror lingered, sharp and raw. The woman’s face, her broken words, the arms that had held me so tightly–it all felt real, as if I had just barely escaped something terrible. I pulled my knees to my chest and tried to calm my breathing but the ache in my chest wouldn’t go away.
Was she really my mother? The words she had whispered echoed in my mind, over and over, as if they were a warning meant just for me.
I took a few deep breaths, telling myself it was just a dream, just a figment of my mind. But deep down, I couldn’t shake the feeling that it meant something more, something I didn’t understand.
As the first light of dawn crept through the window, I lay back down, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. The warmth I had felt earlier, the peace Aaron had brought me, had been replaced by a sense of dread. What did it all mean? And why did it feel like there was something–or someone–waiting for me, just out of sight?
With that question heavy in my mind, I waited for the morning, knowing I would have to find a way to understand what was happening. And maybe, just maybe, Aaron could help me unravel the truth hidden in the shadows of my past.
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