46~ Foreboding

Ariana

I couldn’t get the dream out of my mind. For some reason, it made me feel uneasy. To make matters worse, it had become an everyday thing.

Each time I closed my eyes, I would see a hand stick out of a man’s chest and his heart being ripped out mercilessly leaving a gaping hole. I didn’t know who the man was and I didn’t want to make guesses. Lewis was quiet for a few seconds after I told him about it. He had asked if I could recognize the man but I couldn’t. The image was blurry, only fixated on the action of the heart getting ripped out. It was gruesome.

~Flashback a few days back~

“Baby, you’re scaring me. You’re shaking.” Lewis said from on top of my head. I was so frightened after what I had seen in my dream. It was like I was inside a horror movie. “Tell me, what did you dream about?” He asked worriedly.

“A hand ripped someone’s heart out but I don’t know who that person is.” I said, clinging to his waist. After a brief silence Lewis said, “do you think you can recog