||DAY 21
Some nights, she dreamt.
Others, she did not.
In her dreams, she was always either at home or buried ten feet underground. Lana, quite unquestionably, preferred the former. In those ones, she was always with all the people whom she loved, surrounding her like a warm blanket on a winters day. None of them knew it, but they were starting to become the only thing keeping her going. They were the like plasters to her cuts- the protective barrier in her mind that stopped the chaos of her despair from spilling over.
In her other dream, she would find herself in any mundane situation, perhaps shopping with some friends or at home watching TV, but within seconds, the ground below her would open up into a gaping abyss and swallow her whole. At that point, she'd try to push herself out of the nightmare, but it would never stop there. It carried on as she fell deeper and deeper, unable to grasp onto the crumbling terrain, into the concrete, the soil, the earth, until she reached the smouldering hot core.
And then, she would burn.
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Stolen By Him | ✓
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