11 Fragile Bonds 3.2

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"Master Briggs! No don't go there, don't cover for me anymore." I screamed, but no matter how loud I yell he won't hear me. I must save him. I tried to run and reach him first, but it feels like I'm standing still instead. Master please; please live. NOOOO! A blue light consumed the monk standing just ahead of me. Not again I sobbed. Why do I always fail, why can't I save you? I looked over toward the limp body in the distance; but I couldn't see it. instead A girl with long brown hair, wearing a forest green cloak has walked over to the body. What does she want with master? "I must bring you home." The hand of the girl reached out as she knelt; touching the body as it lays cold on the ground. She rolled over the body. Tears streaming down her face as she looks upon him. I walk over to the girl as she kneels there frozen with tears, holding onto the head of the body that now lay in her lap. I look upon the body from behind her, but it wasn't Briggs; it was Alastar. No! I stumbled back covering my mouth from screaming out. Please no; not him too! Fear shot through me. I can't lose him too. My body shook cold and a waterfall of tears drowns me. All I could do was cry, and scream the image of his dead face lay in my mind. The crying girl turned her head looking back at me. I wanted to ask why, but could say nothing. The girl looked at me with blazing eyes, "You should have protected him better." She started in a whisper that turned into a shrieking scream as she cried. "You killed them all! You're the evil one! You're the reason all this happens!" She was blaming me. Her hatred in her own eyes behind the tears burned me deep.

I started to feel like the air was stiff it was hard to breath. It feels hot, sweat was pouring from me. Everything was blurry. Where am I? I can hear cries and screaming of women all around me. I can't move; my hands are bound by something behind me. What's going on?

"Stacy Lenings you have been sentenced to death by burning at the stake; as ordered by the church of our holy father for being found guilty for being a witch." Said a man dressed in robes with a blank face; standing before me with an open scroll. "Any last words?" He asked smiling at me.

"Wait I'm not a witch, I'm just different. I'm not evil! Where's Master Alastar; what happened to him? He'll speak for me I'm sure of it. I demanded, my heart was racing with fear."

"Master Alastar is dead because of you; just like Master Briggs. How dare an evil creature such as yourself infiltrate the monastery, and kill the men who trusted you then call their name in ignorance. You Demon! You will die for your crimes. Burn in hell you monster." The man grabbed a torch, lighting it on fire, and threw it on top of the pile of logs and hay I stood upon.

"No, I couldn't have!" I cry out in a piercing shriek. The flames quickly caught surrounding me. The heat was so intense. I looked around through the flames and saw many other women were burning. The clothes were strange as if from another time, what was this? Masters, did I really kill you? I'm sorry, I whispered as I bowed my head as tears trickled down slowly. I'll die to make a mend to you so you can be at peace. I never even got to tell you how I felt. I mumbled on until the flames consumed her body. Screams of the pain and agony echoed in my ears. They were my own cries of pain that echo in the court yard of the monastery. The tears rolling down my face as death took hold of me I could feel my life slipping away.

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"Stacy; wake up! STACY! You're having a night mare!"

"Jen?" I cried out in shock as I jump up in bed nearly scaring her to death.

"Are you okay? You were screaming as if you were dying. I could hear you next door. I was so shocked it scared me half to death." Tears fell from Jen's eyes, and dropped onto my blanket on the side of my bed. I hugged her I didn't want her to cry over me. She left my room and headed back to bed. It was only then I realized my whole body as shaking. It was red; as if I was really burning. I was really afraid for my life for the first time in a while. I was too scared to go back to sleep. I went and took a cold shower; my skin turned back to its normal peach white as I stood soaking in cold water. I closed my eyes leaning my head on the cold shower tile wall and images of Briggs' and Alastars' dead faces appeared in my head. I wanted to puke and cry. I sobbed at the thought of my existence killing someone. I didn't even know Alastar well, but I now knew I didn't want to let him die either. It was still early and I was already ready for school. I decided I'd write this dream in my journal like the many others.

~These dreams seem to be happening again. Women being burned but know I'm being killed with them too. Should I really exist, all my dreams blame me. Is there a purpose for me? My body felt and looked as if this time I was really on fire. If I sleep again and watch myself die will I really die in my sleep. Will, I kill those who are important to me? Who am I? What does it all mean? Darkness, Witches, Creatures, Shadows, Churches, my Masters, and Me is there a connection? I'm scared I don't want to lose anyone else! ~

Writing always calms me down some. I closed my journal pondering what to do. Maybe I'll start my English and grammar homework, I should at least try and get it done before class today since I'm up.