She Accepted Divorce, He Panicked

Scarlett's POV

My belly is empty. The first thing I feel when my mind wakes up, is the horrifying emptiness. Not just my belly. My whole body is emptied by the long, dark dream that trapped me.

Sebastian was in it. So was Ava, Jack Fuller, Anna Fuller, Damian Vanderbilt... They tangled into the shadow that wrapped me up so tightly that I couldn't breath. But I couldn't die in my dream, so I could only suffocate over and over, like buried alive in my coffin, watching my life passing by in front of my eyes. Literally. In my dream I wasn't Scarlett, I was a specter watching the little Scarlett suffering through all the lies, the harm, the pain, and blood, all the way till the kid lured her into the dark woods, passing that, and then the crashed car. It wasn't a dream. It was all real. It was my memory. I couldn't remember anything from the car crash, but I did witness it. And in this deep dream, I saw my own memory. I keep my eyes closed, trying to savor the dream that's fading fast. Effort in vain.

All I could grab on was a pair of purple eyes. They weren't mine. They are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in this world.

They belong to my mom. I just know.

If only I could be with her by now. I have nothing left to live for.

""She's awake!"

Someone shouts. Their voice is really loud, ringing in my head, and giving me a headache. I frown, waving my hand to chase them away. But they won't leave.

"Her finger! Her finger moved!"

"Shut up! Of course she could move! She isn't dead! She's just sedated!"

I want my body to be active, and my mind numb. Not the other way around. There is too much pain in my mind and I cannot bear it. I wish I could wake up to the day lost in those woods, and stay lost there, so all the pain that followed wouldn't be there. I wish I didn't wake up in the car crash and leave this dark world with the one person who ever loved me.

Anything but this. I don't want to wake up to this.

...but then again, when did I ever get what I wanted? "She's crying..."This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

With the non-stop reporting of my status and the machine's beeping and all the other noises drilling into my head, I have to open my eyes. I blink. Even before my eyes could focus, I saw all the blurry figures surrounding my bed, giving me no room to breathe. They are the dark shadows in my dream.

Aurora stands right by my head, behind her is Adrian with his eyebrows twisted in worry. Beside him is Damian Vanderbilt, towering over Lilith who is stretching her neck for a look at me. On my other side is Oliver Scott, and then Anna Fuller, Jack Fuller, Ava Fuller. Sebastian stands alone, far away in the corner furthest from me.

"Scar, how do you feel?" Aurora bends to me as the bed under me rising slowly. Her gentle, soft voice soothing my jumping nerve a bit.

Lilith's cute face appears on her shoulder, looking at me with tears brimming.

If anyone who would be happy for my survival, it's these two. But they are not happy. They seem relieved at my waking up, but in their eyes are worry and sorrow.

"Where is the baby?" I could barely find my voice when I opened my mouth, but I managed the question.

The question silences Aurora and Lilith.

Adrian comes up a step, holding

Aurora's waist in his hand,

answering for her: "Scar, you fell down the stairs with a cut on your arm. Do you remember what happened?" en

What happened?

Ava Fuller happened! Reminded by his question, I dart my eyes in her direction. How dare she stand there as if innocent?! She intruded MY house and she tried to kill me!

She killed my baby!

"You! You did it!!!" I point at her, almost wishing I could throw my arm in her face, "It was you! You sneaked into our house and you pushed me down the stairs!" "What?" Ava gasps as if scared, turning for Sebastian and he comes up quickly.

"Scar, calm down! You still have a needle in your hand!" Sebastian urges, and his face lights up the anger in my chest--

I grab something and throw it at him, shouting at the top of my lungs: "You let her in! You gave her access to MY home!! You murdered our child!!! It was you!"

He freezes, not even dodging. The cup hit him in the head, breaking into pieces. A cut appears, and blood drips off his forehead.

"Oh my God, Sebastian!" Ava rushes to him, checking his face, "You are hurt! Let's go and get you--"

"I'm fine!" He grabs her wrist, looking into her eyes, and a storm forms in his eyes. "Is that true? Were you there?"

"She is just confused. I'm sure I'm all

but evil in her dream," Ava pouts with her iconic wronged look, tears glittering as if she is the most

innocent angel in the world: "But net

cut my wrist because you hurt

me!

Of all people, you should know! I was in the hospital and you were IN my ward when it happened! How could you suspect me?"

He was with her! When they took away my baby and tried to kill me, he was...with her?