Another close call.
If Laura ever got the chance to think about what had just happened, she would find it impossible to separate reality from dream.
She remembered the boy, Nicholas, and knew that he had pushed her through a wall and into a damp, dark passageway. She remembered the pleading of voices that wished her to join them. Most of all, she remebered crystallised the voice of the doctor who had promised her so very much pain.
They had run, through screams, hisses and squeals until, lungs bursting, they had reached a flight of steps.
These will take you back. I will see you up there.
Then he had pushed her gently in the small of her back and she had wanted to hug him. She wanted to hold the young boy who had been scarred by decades.
Instead she woke to Nick, the man, looking over her.
“So, sleeping beauty…
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