Scars Like Wings (A FAIRY TALE LIFE Book 4) by C. B. Stagg

Author:C. B. Stagg [Stagg, C. B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-10-30T16:00:00+00:00

And I did. For eight weeks, I cataloged my daily happenings and made note of terrors. I was even able to sketch or describe details of the dreams on a handful of occasions. And I’d never admit it, but writing about things helped. It kept me grounded, in the moment, something I sorely needed.

Paul and I met on the third floor of the library, in a study carrel he’d reserved specifically for our interviews. Privacy was of utmost importance to Paul and the man took his job very seriously, which I appreciated. He’d taken the journal a few days prior and we were meeting to discuss it, or something. I couldn’t imagine how wake up, eat breakfast, go to class, eat lunch, go to class, study, study, study, sleep, rinse and repeat was going to tell him anything, but I arrived at the meeting open-minded.

“So, Bennett. How’ve you been?” We shook hands, as per our routine.

“Same ole, same ole. Same as I’ve been telling you for the last few months.” I shrugged as I took a seat in my usual chair.

“Well, not according to this. Your journal indicates the nightmares have eased off. Look at this.” Paul placed a graph in front of me.

“What am I looking at, exactly?” I was a little embarrassed, but the red line, jagged with peaks and valleys, was like reading a foreign language.

“Look here.” He pointed to the left of the page. “When you first started journaling, the terrors came every night, sometimes two or three times if you were ever able to fall asleep again. But after a few weeks of that, they lessened. By a few weeks later, the frequency dropped even more. It looks like now, you’re only having one, maybe two a week.”

As Paul spoke, the crooked line started to gain meaning. The dreams had decreased significantly, and I realized, for the first time in almost two years, I was sleeping at night.

“I found something that may also be of interest to you. Look at this.” It was a bar graph this time, with the days of the week running along the bottom. “In entering the data for my study, I noticed the majority of your terrors come Sunday through Tuesday nights. You almost never have one on a Wednesday, Thursday, or Friday night. And very seldom do we see them occur on a Saturday night.”

“Huh.” I mumbled, staring at the document.

“Yes, so I dug a little deeper.” Paul was almost giddy as he flipped through my journal. “And I noticed a correlation between your volunteer work and the decreased dream activity.” Interesting, indeed.

My brows shot up and I looked up to meet Paul’s eyes. He was staring at me, trying to read my body language, and seemed satisfied at catching me off guard.

He continued to watch carefully as I flipped back and forth between the two documents. When I could no longer take it, I looked up at him. “What?”

“I’m curious as to what happens on Wednesday and Friday nights that gives you such peace.

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