RUBY
Four years ago.
I gasped awake, clutching my chest as I tried to force air into my lungs. It happened again.
That void was back. Wider and darker this time. And it had a purpose, to draw me in until I was gone completely. It wanted me to cease to exist any longer.
Though my body had been breathing just fine, my soul wasn't. It's breath was being restricted, the life force blocked by heart break.
In my dream Troy had not only chose Alana, but he had taken a knife from her and stabbed me in the chest first, then my sides, killing our baby.
My baby.
Over and over again they did and I couldn't escape it.
Not if I didn't open my eyes though. And even if I did, when my body needed rest and it slipped into unconsciousness, they were back. Each time. Each fucking day and night.
Controlling me.
Locking me on a chair and showing me a life that could have been mine before they took it away.
When I was pulled back into it, they would show it again.
And again.
