As You Were by Kelli Jae Baeli

Author:Kelli Jae Baeli [Baeli, Kelli Jae]
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9781434825780
Publisher: Kelli Jae Baeli
Published: 2009-08-05T03:00:00+00:00

Screaming-who screamed? Tru woke suddenly, sitting up. Was I dreaming—? She looked at the clock... 2 a.m.

The scream came again... anguished, frightened, almost child-like. She looked toward the doorway, suddenly aware that the sound came from the master bedroom. Tru threw the blankets back and sprinted into the hall. When she swung the door open, a shard of moonlight split the darkness across Brittany’s bed, illuminating the woman’s tortured face. She screamed again, the shrillness of it coming off the walls and piercing Tru’s eardrums. Tru moved to the bed and sat down beside her, shaking her. “Brit! Brit, wake up!” Tears streamed over Brittany’s cheeks and pooled on the pillow as she writhed beneath the coverings, gasping for air and sobbing, “No! No... please—”

Tru hoisted her up and held her tightly. “Shhh!” she soothed in the woman’s ear. “It’s okay, Baby... shhh... it’s okay. You’re dreaming, Brit... it’s only a dream, wake up!” Tru leaned back to look at her and saw her eyes snap open as though an electrical charge had gone through her. Brittany’s lungs tried to catch up to her sudden ability to breathe, as if she were coming to the surface from a deep ocean dive. A moment later she became aware that Tru held her. Brittany swallowed dryly and nudged Tru away from her.

“Are you okay?” Tru’s eyes were soft, searching.

“I’m... fine...” She dried her face with a pink flannel sleeve. “I guess I woke you up. I’m sorry.”

Tru touched the woman’s leg. “You must have been having a horrible nightmare. It scared me to death. Are you okay, now?”

Brittany nodded, glancing at the clock, and running her fingers through her hair.

“Would you like to talk about it?”

“No. I want to forget it.”

“Do you think that’s a good idea? I mean, you’ve been trying to get your memory back, maybe you shouldn’t shut out anything.”

Brittany kicked the covers off her legs and went to the window. She opened it, and inhaled the cold air.

“Brit, close the window. You’ll catch cold.”

“Don’t mother me, Tru.” Brittany continued to inhale the air, unable to quench the odd need for it in her lungs.

“I’m not mothering you. You could have a set-back.”

Brittany bulldozed the armchair over to the window and sat down. “That’s not how it works, Tru. Go back to bed,” she ordered.

Tru retied the string at the front of her sweat pants, and watched Brittany shiver by the window. Brittany did not answer, but began to rock back and forth, taking deep breaths. Tru left her alone, there, in front of the window, and returned to bed.

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