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Chapter 28

Rachel's POV

I'm pretty sure I had fallen asleep, which I didn't think would happen. Since discovering my dance capabilities are gone for the next few weeks, I've felt so broken. I don't know what to do with myself anymore.

Okay, now I know I'm dreaming. Suddenly I'm standing in Jacob and I's old apartment, a place I used to call home. I'm in a familiar position, the fight Jake hurt my foot in with the textbook, except for some reason it's different; much worse. He's the Jacob that I left, after two months of being a frat boy, and so much more rough than I remember.

As Jacob prepares to knock me down with what should be the textbook, I see him get out a gun.

A gun..? 

How does this end?

Immediately I shriek in terror, but I can't run. I'm wearing crutches, but oddly there's no cast.

What the hell?

Suddenly he fires the gun with force, aiming down, blood already spurting from each foot. I collapse to the ground, and it all seems to be going in slow motion. I look up from the ground and notice there's actually a crowd watching us in our little apartment..? Doctor Reynolds, Jen and Hayley, my parents, Matthew, and I even spot Harry, sitting with his hands casually clasped together. His form is bland, as are his emotions. He's simply just..watching, like its a television show.

"Harry!" I try and shout, but nothing sounds from my mouth, and he doesn't move an inch.

Why won't he help me?

Why won't anyone help me?

I make eye contact as I wince in pain with the evil old nurse from the office who starts shaking her head in disapproval of me.

I try looking down and find my feet completely covered in blood as the ground I'm on begins to become covered as well.

I know, I know I'm going to die.

"You're weak," I hear Jacob spit. As I start to look up at him, he kicks me in the stomach, multiple times, like he would each time I screamed in reality, and right now I definitely couldn't stop screaming.

I begin to thrash as best as I can, and he finally quits, walking around to go behind me. As I try to catch my breath I cough, blood splattering to the floor from my mouth.

Jacob returns, a bright pink cast in hand. "Put it on, you fucking wimp." It's thrown at my body before he kicks it again, and I'm slowly becoming lifeless in the eyes of my enemy, and Harry, who still doesn't seem to care.

"Rachel? Rachel please!"

I cry out, loud, my eyes bursting wide open and I instantly sit up. The first thing in view is Harry's concerned frown. His hands are pressed on my shoulders gently as his eyes fix themselves on mine.

My breathing is faster than its ever been from a nightmare, tears are streaming down my face, and I strive to pull myself together. I look down, my arm clenched tightly around my stomach, where there is no blood; there isn't any blood anywhere.