this is a dream, hoping I’ll wake up soon so the knives stop stabbing into my head. I don’t know where I am. I don’t know what’s going on, and trying to think just makes my head hurt worse. I feel something slide under my legs and my back, and all of a sudden, I’m floating through the air. I cry out in pain as my body is jostled, not even caring what’s happening or where I’m going because at least I’m pressed up against something warm, instead of lying on the cold ground. A bright flash of light illuminates everything around me for a split second, and I gasp when I see the face looking down at me, recognizing it immediately.
His arms tighten around me as he moves faster, branches and leaves smacking into us, his heavy footsteps splashing through the puddles as he runs.
“You can’t save me,” I mumble to him, my eyes so heavy I can’t keep them open any longer.
“I’m getting you home.”
He struggles to get the words out, his breathing labored from running so fast with me in his arms. He finally breaks free of the woods and races through the yard. He has no idea I’m not referring to what happened out here tonight. No idea I’m trying to warn him. He can save me from the darkness in the woods, but he’ll never be able to save me from the darkness inside my soul.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I’ll never let anything happen to you again.”
Hugging my knees to my chest in the grass, I stare blankly at the cluster of trees and wooded area a few yards in front of me—the place where this nightmare in my mind began and never seems to end.
I try to let the anger flow through me and ease the pain I feel in my chest, but it’s not working this time. I let my guard down, I let someone close, and this is my reward: more lies and more betrayal, just like always. Didn’t I already learn my lesson by trying to be my parents’ puppet, the good, perfect little daughter? I should have known better than to do the same with Nolan, trying to be a normal teenage girl with a normal, kind boy.
He’s not kind. He’s a liar, and I hate liars.
I hear a rustle in the trees to my left, someone pushing his way through the branches, leaves, and broken twigs on the ground. I see him emerge from the woods out of the corner of my eye, but I don’t look until he’s standing next to me, towering over me while I sit in the grass waiting.
He’ll regret it, just like everyone else. He’ll regret the lies and the betrayal and I’ll make sure it hurts so he can understand what it’s like to really feel pain.
“Sorry I’m late. I had some things to take care of at home,” Nolan apologizes.
I finally turn my head and look up at him. The sun is behind him, creating darkness and shadows that blot out his features, just like that night in the woods. He turns his body and the sun finally lights up his face. I look up at him and see him, just like that night.
“You’re a liar,” I whisper angrily, pushing myself up from the grass so I don’t feel so small and powerless sitting beneath him.
His eyes narrow and he shakes his head in confusion.
“You didn’t need to hear any gossip from the other workers about what happened here that night, because you were there,” I growl.
His eyes close, he lowers his head, and I can practically feel the guilt seeping out of his pores.
“Ravenna, please let me explain,” he says softly.
I ignore the pain in his voice and try not to think about how stupid I’ve been with him. How uncomfortable it made me feel to have someone finally be nice to me, and care for me. He never cared for me; he’s just like all the rest.
“You don’t have to explain. You’re a liar just like everyone else.”
His pale blue eyes look at me with sadness and regret but I refuse to be weakened this time. I’m a fighter, and he’s going to finally realize that.
“I’m sorry. Please, Ravenna, just let me—”
I cut off his anguished apology with a hard shove against his chest. He stumbles backward and I follow.
“Liar,” I snarl through clenched teeth, smacking my palms as hard as I can into his chest again before he