DINA'S POV
I tossed and turned in the bed. Why couldn't I get that image of him out of my head?
Sadness... A feeling I knew too well, an emotion that lived in my bones, that sat in the quiet of the night. But seeing that emotion plastered on his face was unbearable. Why?
I sat up from the bed, my heart pounding. This wasn't going to help.
I stood up from the bed. Where did he go?
I asked myself this question over and over again.
'To stay away from you, bitch', my mind muttered sinisterly.
"Okay, you have cursed me enough. What's your problem?" I asked my mind.
'You sound foolish for asking me that question,' my consciousness replied.
"I just want an answer, Mila," I muttered. Yes, her name is Mila, because I named her. Sue me.
'I owe you no explanation.'
"Yes, you do," I muttered.
I didn't get any response. This is what she does, she badmouths me then leaves, making me frustrated.
I started hearing her voice when I was ten. She curses me when I try to be friends with her. They call me a witch, but she's the actual witch.
'Doesn't that make you a witch because I live inside of you?' she mentioned.
"I'm not a witch, you are," I snapped.
'Are you sure about that?' Mila acted oblivious.
"You know what, I don't want to talk to you anymore," I muttered.
I felt her internally rolling her eyes.
'Not that I care anyway,' she muttered, and just like that, she was gone.
I sighed in relief. At least I wouldn't hear her voice for a few minutes. I get to be alone... again...
The vast space of the room felt like an abyss of darkness, despite the bed lamp illuminating a golden glow.
I walked towards the bookshelf. These books, so beautiful, and large. If only I could read, maybe I wouldn't be so bored right now.
"Do you want them?"
LOGAN'S voice echoed behind me.
"Oh my goodness!" I flinched at his voice, my heart almost ripping out of my chest.
"You scared me," I muttered, holding my heart.
He stared at me, studying me.
"Do you want them?" he asked again, not bothering with what I said earlier," he added.
I smiled gently. "No... I'm fine." "And besides, I don't know how to read, so it would be of no use."
He stared at me, and I couldn't help but stare back.
His green eyes, his full pink lips, his pale skin, his drenched raven black hair.
"You should go to bed now. You're leaving tomorrow," he announced.
And for some reason, my blood dropped at the thought.
I blinked twice. "Okay," I muttered.
I walked towards the silk black sheets and lay down.
Millions of questions roamed my head as I closed my eyes.
Why do I feel sad about leaving tomorrow?
"It's better if you stop thinking, kitten, and sleep now," Logan muttered. I opened my eyes and found him standing beside the bedside.
"I'm not thinking," I muttered.
"I hate lies, kitten. Now go to sleep."
I felt tired, but I would be more tired if I tried to talk to him now.
For some reason, I didn't want to go. I wanted to stay. For the first time in forever, I felt content in a place.
I felt like I had found my home.
Slowly, I succumbed to the darkness. The darkness where I belonged.
"Dina," that voice again, that same voice that keeps haunting me. That voice I clearly remembered as my mom's.
"Dina," the voice echoed again through the abyss of darkness.
"Mom?" I whispered. "Is that you?" I muttered.
"Dina," a whisper passed my ears. I turned towards the direction of the voice but saw nothing, only darkness.
"Hey," I turned towards the voice. It was him again. The tall, dark-skinned man with dark eyes and long, white, shiny hair.
My eyes widened in horror. "Please don't scream, I'm just lost," he muttered.
I furrowed my brows.
"What do you mean by 'lost'?" I asked.
He scratched the back of his head, seemingly nervous.
"Well, I'm a dream catcher," he mentioned.
I furrowed my brows more. "Dream catcher... what does that mean?"
"Well, I stop all nightmares and destroy them," he stated.
I stared at him again, trying to figure him out. He's tall and lean, unlike how large and bulky Logan was.
His black eyes stared at me, but I didn't feel butterflies the way Logan's green eyes did to me. His white hair was beautiful, so silky, so long , but nothing can beat Logan's raven-black hair.
"I see you got some certain someone on your mind," the guy mentioned.
I furrowed my brows. "What are you talking about?" I feigned ignorance.
He raised an eyebrow, seemingly unconvinced.
"What's your name?" I asked while changing the subject.
"Uriah," he stated.
Uriah... It fits him perfectly...
"And I guess yours is Dina," he stated, his voice echoing through the abyss of darkness.
I nodded. "How did you know?" I asked.
"Well, someone keeps chanting, 'Dina, Dina, don't die,' for a long time now."
Mom... her voice...
"Do you know where this person is?" I asked, looking around but finding nobody other than the endless pool of darkness.
"Well... no one is here. And like I said earlier, I'm lost," he muttered.
"Listen, I think that voice belongs to my mom," I stated.
"And I need to see her," I added.
"Dina, you won't see anyone here. Besides, I'm in your dream, and you don't have nightmares."
"Yes, I do," I snapped. "I have nightmares all the time. You appeared in my last one!" I yelled, frustrated.
"I'm... sorry. I didn't mean to yell," I muttered as I lowered my head.
"Why are you sorry? You're just expressing your feelings. It's normal for every creature," he muttered while resting his hands on my shoulders.
I raised my head up. He was smiling at me ,a bright one.
"Okay."
"Dina," the voice echoed again.
I stared at Uriah, who returned my gaze, but his face turned serious.
"That's not your mom, Dina," he mentioned.
I furrowed my brows. "What do you mean?"
"That's a silencer," he muttered before a white light surrounded us.