Chosen by Destiny: Finding Sanctuary by Natasha Madden

Author:Natasha Madden [Madden, Natasha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Magic Mist Publishing
Published: 2022-11-23T16:00:00+00:00

I woke tangled in the sheets, sweat coating my body, making hair stick to my face. The bed was empty next to me, which gave me time to compose myself. Pushing the sheet off me, I sit on the edge of the bed, breathing in short sharp pants liked I’d run for miles, instead of just trying to get in a little sleep. I lean forward, resting my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands as I stared down at the floor.

I wasn’t there. I’d escaped. I was at Lukas’. I was safe.

I’ve greatly underestimated the power of dreams, of my nightmares. When I was a kid, and I woke from a nightmare in the middle of the night, I had Niamh and my parents there. I could climb into bed with them and let their body warmth chase away the icy feeling of dread the nightmares brought up. I was comforted by the fact that the dreams weren’t real. It was merely in my mind, but the thing is, what happens inside your head is just as dangerous as any outside threat. That the monsters lurking in my mind, in those dark corners, were the most dangerous of all. They were simply my own demons, made up of my greatest fears, regrets, my worse memories.

The fire. Niamh. My parents.

All those things you’d rather not think about, those things you push to the back of your mind, pretend don’t exist and hope like hell they will disappear. But who are we kidding, ignoring them doesn’t make them go away. No matter how deep you think you’ve buried them, they will always claw their way back to the surface. Bringing as much pain as they possibly can.

Our subconscious doesn’t let us forget. It never will. When we are at our most vulnerable, they show their ugly faces. When you can’t push them away or fight them off. That's when the demons make themselves known.

A sharp pain shoots through my foot and I grit my teeth, breathing heavily through a clenched jaw. I can’t believe I forgot about my sprained ankle. Using the furniture, I hop my way to the bathroom and turn on the shower. I step under the hot water, putting my good hand on the wall. I stand under the spray, letting the water run over my head and face, washing away the lingering sense of unease and dread.

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