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“Sweetheart… Sweetheart… Sweetheart.”
I opened my eyes to my mother gently rubbing my arm. I was in my room, in my bed. Safe.
“You were having another bad dream.” Lines of tension were around her eyes.
I sat up, looking around. The horror of the dream was so vivid I was trembling. I fingered the silver crucifix I’d taken to wearing around my neck as I reassured myself I was safe in my room.
“I think we should get Dr. Kahn to have a look at you.”
“It’s just a bad dream, Mom.” I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, digging my feet into the carpet. Safe. I repeated the word over in my mind, trying to get my heart rate back to normal.
“Do you remember what this one was about?”
“Nope. Nothing. It’s gone already. Just a bad dream, Mom,” I hastily replied.
It was in my mother’s hospital room when I did battle with Satan. He had weakened her and had threatened to take her life if I didn’t become his bride. She witnessed some of the battle, but was delirious at the time with a high fever. She’d convinced herself that what she’d seen that night was the result of the fever.
I’m actually glad she doesn’t know the truth. I want her to believe it was the fever. She’s always been one of my best friends. I don’t want to sound like an old movie, but I’m not sure she can handle the truth.
“All these bad dreams that you can’t remember. I’m sure it has to do with Matt.” She gently lobbed his name out there. She didn’t say Matt’s death. That would have been too much.
“Me, too. But I’m not having as many. Time is making the bad thoughts go away.” I brightened my smile. “Go back to bed. You have to get up early.”
She had missed nearly two weeks of work while I nursed the injuries I received in my battle with Satan. The party line on my injuries was they occurred during a freak earthquake. Right.
She looked at the digital clock on my night stand. Three forty-five. “Maybe I should bunk with you the rest of the night.”
“No way! I’m not a little kid afraid of the boogey man, Mom. Besides, you snore.”
“I do not snore!” She was smiling now.
“Well, whatever that breathing trick is you do while you’re sleeping, it keeps me up. So, go back to bed and close your door.” I knew I was lucky having a mother I could talk with so freely. She was one of my best friends.
“Seriously, hon, you going to be okay?” she asked, the smile fading.
I nodded, keeping up the cheery exterior. “I’m good.”
A few minutes later she was gone. I turned off the bedside lamp and sat, staring into darkness. It was the third time in a week I’d had a similar dream. They all ended with Erin turning into a monster. I knew they were more than just dreams. It was an omen. I needed to fix my relationship with Erin. The dreams would not end until I did.
I lay down, resting my head on the pillow, my eyes wide. Erin’s words from the very first dream I had three weeks ago emerged from the depths of my mind: “This isn’t over, witch!”
I believed her words to be true.