Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ World Collision ❯ Bitter dreams ( Chapter 12 )

Hey everyone! What's up? I hope you've had a good week while I was not writing… I was at a 2-day concert, and yes I got a few new favorite bands and singers. (I really like group1crew now!) Anyhow, here you go, and I hope you'll like it. Soon the story will have a bit more action rather than all being character development… But till then I hope you still enjoy it anyways!

~Liliedove

 

 

 

Jessica awoke up before the sun as her eyes shot open. As she quickly breathed in and out as her heart raced. Glancing around in the dark room, she put a hand on her head as she felt the loose hair that clung to her moist face. As she tried swallowing the small amount of spit that was left in her mouth, she tightly closed her eyes as she rolled onto her back. With barely open eyes, she stared at the ceiling as this phrase echoed in her head over and over again. It was just a dream.

As she felt her chin tremble as she sat up, she looked over to her right to see the blond sleeping towards the opposite wall before she fell back onto her side facing the other direction.

 

“What?” She blurred out in disbelief as she felt her eyes grow hot as she tried holding back bitter tears filled with her sorrow.

 

After eating in the room Sasori was staying in, nothing much happened afterwards. For a while, she wandered around both rooms as she observed everything in her path. Every so often, a conversation would start up between Deidara and Sasori, but when she butted in she'd be butted right out a moment later by some rude remark. Soon she was sentenced to bed, where she now still lay in her grey robe over seven hours later. She thought that perhaps, since she got a decent bed that night, she'd actually get a sound sleep and wake up refreshed the next morning. This however, was not the case that night. Instead, her head was filled with thoughts of her family and friends; the things she longed for most. All of those things she had wanted so much, it felt as if she had them returned to her in those short hours of sleep. Now awaking to know that it was all a fantasy was not comforting in her or in anyone else's mind that went throughout what she had in the past week.

 

This dream of hers was still as vivid as it was the moment she woke, unlike other dreams that seem to go into a haze right away. What started out as something that was too good to be true, became something unbearably sorrowful. The last words she remembered, hammered itself into her head without giving a moment to spare.

 

“Take care of Mama and Dada Jessie; don't let Mama and Dada cry... I don't like it when you cry Jessie, so take care of Mama and Dada… Jessie... Jessie, I'm going see Jesus now… Goodbye Jessie, take care of…Mama and Dada, please Jessie, please... Take care of Mama and Dada…”

 

An uncontrollable sob then blurted out of her mouth as tears sprung from her eyes. “No, this isn't fair, Lord don't take Nicky boy away…” She said between the heavy sobs she could not stop. As much as she wanted to prevent them, as much as she had tried hard to not shed tears, she could not go against this force that rushed down on her that made her feel so hopeless. Was this how it was all going to turn out? Was this her dreaded fate? As much as she trusted in the Lord, she felt as if she went as far as she could. She had controlled her sanity when she was taken and sold within an hour after she appeared in that place. She had given thanks for the food she was given, and kept the loyalty that shouldn't have been expected from her. She had even kept control of all of the wild emotions that wanted to pour out of her soul like a great rain cloud. But now of all of the time she had been there, she just couldn't hold in these tears that had begged her to let them go from the beginning of it all.

 

“No, no,” she murmured under her breathe as she shook her head.

 

“What is it?” A questioning and annoyed voice asked from the other side of her. After stopping all actions for a few seconds, she slumped down again as she let out one last heavy breath of air. “Well?”

 

Clearing her throat before speaking, she replied with a hint of an embarrassment and sadness in her voice. “I'm sorry; I didn't mean to wake you.”

 

“Well whether you meant it or not, you have!” He stated as he turned his body in the direction of the curled up lump on the other mat. “Will you be quiet so that I can sleep for the next few hours before I have to get up?” As the room grew silent again, he lay on his back before slowly closing his tired eyes. Only seconds later though, he heard another sob and propped himself up with an arm as a completely annoyed look overcame his face. “U'h, alright, alright; I'll listen if you'll let me go back to sleep.” He stated as the girl lifted her head from her pillow.

 

“What do you mean?” She asked as she glanced at him with swollen eyes.

 

“Don't girls always spill out the reason why they're upset to people so that they'd feel better about it? Just tell me so that you'll be quiet and let me get back to sleep.” Deidara replied as the girl turned her face towards the wall away from him. Thinking that she'd been just ignoring him, he let out an exasperating breath as he rested his head back on his pillow.

 

“I had a dream.” She stated as she watched her thumb rub against the fingers beneath it.

 

“And,” the blond asked as he glanced over in her direction.

 

“I saw my family and friends… I was back at home where I belong… and, I watched my little brother… die.” She said as she choked out the last words. Deidara mumbled to himself for a few seconds before looking back over at the girl.

 

“Why are you so upset about it then? It was just a dream; it wasn't as if your brother really died. Besides that, you're a slave. Shouldn't you be use to being away from your family by now? I mean, don't you get taken from home at an early age?”

 

“You'll never understand,” she said as she shook her head. “No one around here would ever understand.”

 

“Fine, be that way. I don't need to treat you well you know; I haven't truly harmed you yet like other men would so don't give me a reason to.” He sneered as he turned back towards the window where the moon's light strayed in. “Just stay quiet till morning, alright? U'h, I never knew slaves could be such a pain.”

 

As Jessica tried settling down to sleep again, she almost felt as if she wanted him to continue questioning her about her self. She had felt like no one had cared a thing about who she was, and where she came from. It was if everyone thought she was just some `thing' that didn't matter to anyone… She felt as if she was worthless in everyone's eyes but God's here.

 

“Lord, please give me understanding… Please help me to understand why this is happening to me. I can't stand this, and it hasn't been a full week even yet since I disappeared from home… I don't like this Lord, but I have no choice anymore… I have no choice in this. Please… Please help me… I don't understand…”