Page 16 of A Mid Nights Bloody Dream

Every once in a while, I stop and snap a few photos before continuing on.

I walk for what feels like hours, not worrying about where I’m going and just enjoying the moment.

I don’t even realize where I am until I reach a break in the trees.

The sight of old rusted train tracks kickstarts a feeling in my chest that’s been dormant for years now.

Licking my lips, my heart rate increases as I step forward.

Nostalgia floods me, and like a magnet, it pulls me closer, and my feet guide me forward.

Stopping next to the tracks, I let out a laugh. I step up, and like I have before, I stick my arms out and start walking, using the track as a balance beam.

Pure joy settles in my bones as I keep going, giggling at myself every time I nearly fall.

I keep going and going, only stopping when there’s a gap in the track. Most likely broken off, or moved.

I lift my head then, and my heart stops, smile falling away as my gaze locks on three men a little way down the tracks.

A shocked gasp is trapped in my throat as fear and disbelief hit me.

“Would you look at that? What have we got here?” Blue eyes that I could never forget shine brightly at me. The same blue that has taken up an unhealthy residence in my mind.

No fucking way is this happening right now.

I’m dreaming, right? I must have fallen asleep in my chair, and this is all inside my head.

“What brings a Bunny like you all the way out here?”

My eyes jerk over to the mammoth of a man, his dark gaze almost the same shade as his raven hair.

“Don’t you know danger lurks in these woods?” he continues, raising a predatory brow.

“Cat got your tongue, Bunny?” the man with hair like sunshine asks.

It’s them. It’s fucking them.

But how? They’re not real. They were just figments of my dark desires.