Posted about 6 years ago
Skylar thanked Alex as she took the water bottle into her shaky hands, unscrewing the top slowly and taking a sip. She sighed, screwing the cap back on and setting it on the couch beside her. "Sky. What happened?" Timmy repeated, sitting down on the seat beside her and wrapping his arm around her shoulders. Timmy pulled his little sister closer, holding her in a hug. She sniffled, trying to hold back the tiny tears that threatened to overflow. She felt the couch shift slightly under her as someone sat on the cushion on the other side of her. She didn't know who it was, but a strong hand squeezed her shoulder in reassurance. She had a feeling it was Frankie. An image flashed in her head: Frankie's grinning face, staring at her with laughing eyes as the zombie pulled her away. Skylar turned her head, burying it into her brother's shirt. The tears finally won, and they overflowed, dampening her brother's shirt. She felt Timmy pull her completely onto his lap, rubbing her back.
Skylar was crying. Timmy pulled her up and onto his lap, and she continued to cry, wrapping her arms around his torso. This worried him further; what in the world had she dreamed about? What would have upset her this much? He looked around. The others were silent, staring at Skylar with worried eyes, obviously unsure of what to do.
"You let her take me."
What? Timmy looked down at Skylar. Who took her? Where? What was she talking about?
"Who?" asked Alex, seemingly reading Timmy's mind.
"You just stood there. You guys were smiling as she dragged me away." came Skylar's muffled reply. "Who?" Timmy asked, "Who dragged you?"
Skylar remained silent, refusing to answer further. She didn't want to think about it anymore.
Her whisper is the Lucifer. ♥
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