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With a loud piercing cry, his nightmare breaks down into pieces and forms nothing which feels like the images he just saw now were reality.

For a moment he thought all of the things he just saw now was the truth. But it immediately gets confirmed by the strong wind which is coming from the open window almost knocking him out by the force, clearly explaining to him that it was nothing but a bad nightmare.

It's good to think that dreams are dreams. Because what reality is, is life. And dreams are much more dangerous and tragic than beating heart.

Never in his life, he feels this tired and exhausted.

As if every single bone in his body was twisting and turning with pain. Every nerve was notifying him that he needs rest.

Awfully and surprisingly the effect of the nightmare was a little too much on him. Next second, he found himself slipping again into the deep slumber.

But something was off again like that dreadful vision, like someone missing.

Wanted to confirm things out, he heaved a heavy painful grunt, then moves his hands in intense sleep on the bed to check on Sun.

No one was there.

He was alone!

The last time he checked he was with somebody when he slept like no tomorrow.

However, it was late for his brain to process things out. He was already in someone's spell, in somebody's magic which drowns him down again into the deep and tiring ocean of sleep.

When he opened his eyes to see the upcoming new day, a white ceiling welcomes him with open arms. The first thing he did was looking next to him.

And yes! She was there with him but facing around.

'Is that all a dream?' His mind wanders around, messing with all the unanswered questions.

'Didn't that happen last night? The nightmare, the wind, no one's presence near him, everything was an illusion, just a vision?'

Or a very horrifying reality. Who knows?

He sat down, a whimper left his lips and the next second the girl stirs in her sleep. Cursing himself for waking her up, he sat down properly to give her a good space.

She was still sleeping.

A sleepy sigh elicited out by the drowsy girl as she moves in her sleep letting her blanket fall over to her trunk, for making herself comfortable.

Different.

He saw something different.

Her clothes were changed back then by the nurses when she was admitted to the hospital, right?

Then why she is wearing the same clothes as before. Why the hell she is wearing only a bra when they made her wear the blue hospital dress?

And where is his jacket?

He slowly takes the blanket away from her body in desperation, but he saw nothing, except those bloody clothes.

What the-?

He hurriedly steps down from the bed, wanted nothing but to find the jacket. And there it is, his jacket, lying on the floor, torn apart, loathed in an enormous amount of blood.

The sight was pretty shocking.

He was confused, what's happening with him?

First those little visions he is imagining and creating in his mind, clearly misordering everything. And now this.

His heart was beating fast, a little less faster than before when he first saw Sun on the terrace, unconscious.

With a slight tremble in his fingers, he moves his hand forward to grab the jacket slowly. The moment he touched it with his long slender finger, he was stunned.

The blood was fresh.

Too fresh because of how warm it was as if melting in his fingers.

It was like overflowing, pouring out of it like a damn waterfall. He freezes on the spot, don't know what to say or do.

But it was enough for him to scream and back away from the direction when he saw two dead withered snakes, black mouths split open, smashed heads like somebody did it on purpose was intertwined in his precious jacket.

That jacket his brother gave him when he left him alone in the world.

Bundle of tears gushes out his eyes, leaving him breathless.

When he backed away, the two snakes were thrown far away from his body, but extremely close to the bed. His hazy eyes dropped down on his shivering bloody hands, and now he can feel it.

He can feel the curvaceous sculpture of the snake's bodies. He can still feel the warm skin of that animal on his hands.

Wanted to shake that thrilling sensation, he jerks his hands hard, as if peeling off all the feelings.

He wanted to rip his skin out!

It was so sudden and will be going to leave a mark on his mind forever because he one of those people who is suffering from ophidiophobia.

He has fear of snakes.

He will get a panic attack, the anxiety level goes to its max whenever he was anywhere near a simple pretty garden snake or a poisonous, venomous snake.

Everything was blue and grey in front of his eyes.

That's when he heard someone entering the room, a smirk can be detected by the deep and thick voice which booms in the four walls making his knees shake in fear and distress.

"It happens if you touch someone else property with your filthy hands."

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Holy shit-👀