Chapter 15: .•8•.

Gazing at the full bouquet of blood red roses she held close to her chest, she suddenly startled as a rather broken and haunting wedding song started playing in the background.

Eyes wide and with a small gasp she gazed around her, looking at the sea of broken, old and empty chairs placed on either side of the aisle she was slowly walking upon.

She could feel the cold ground beneath her bare feet with each step, looking at the grey soiled and torn dress covering her body, watching its tulle frills trailing in the dirt until she finally set one dirtied foot upon the wooden pedestal, feeling a warm hand grab ahold of her wrist and pull her closer.

Raising her sight, her lips parted as she found herself gazing at his heavily painted face, those dark brown eyes shadowed by the top hat adorning his head.

"My love,"

A devious smile stretched over his blood red painted lips, feeling those fingers almost painfully digging into the small of her back as he pulled her closer to his suit-clad body, her trembling hand noticing the absence of a heartbeat as it now rested upon his warm chest.

"You may now kiss the bride," A male voice suddenly announced, a startled cry escaping her lips as her widened gaze turned to look at the decaying face of an old minister, right before the male holding her so tight slowly leaned closer and closer, their lips touching into a slow and burning kiss, his mouth so fervently ravishing her own as all she could do was stand there, trapped within his arms until he finally pulled back and allowed her to breathe as he longingly gazed at her with a broad smile displayed all over his scarily painted features.

But before she could even realize what was happening she suddenly felt his hands giving her a powerful shove, finding herself landing into a wooden box that held her immobile as the minister then started throwing shovels of dirt over her body whilst her "groom" so emotionlessly gazed down upon her, effectively burying her alive as she desperately screamed and cried into the growing darkness...

"No! Please!"

Diana roused from the pillow with an audible whimper, feeling her heart pound so wildly within her chest as she sat up. And then proceeded to hold herself like a scared little child as she cried her heart out after that horrifying night terror, feeling cold shivers crawl all over her dampened skin as that truly macabre image of herself being buried alive and those desperate wails of hers still rang into her mind like an ominous echo.

..."No! Please!"...

She sobbed as she held her knees close to her heaving chest, only now noticing that she was still dressed into her white top and jeans from yesterday as her tears fell over the dark fabric.

Expressing a confused frown, she desperately searched within her mind, trying to remember how and when she had ended up here into her own room and managed to fall asleep while still clothed, the only moment she could actually recall being the one where she had decided to take a seat over the couch and rest for a little bit...

No...

Her worked up brain immediately did the math and came up with the only logical explanation.

No...

She started to desperately search for her phone, quickly finding it as it was still in her purse where she had left it, lightly sighing in relief as she noticed it was only the next day and still early in the morning.

Still, not entirely satisfied, she ran to the bathroom and took all her clothes off, closely searching for any trace that would indicate even the smallest change or sign of mistreatment.

She was truly scared for she didn't know what was going on and why she was having such horrifying nightmares with him again. It was the second time she was falling asleep like that, right before having yet another night terror where he was the monster of her dreams...

What was going on?

What was happening to her?

Was he really doing something to her or was it all just her wild imagination?

She simply stared at herself in the mirror for a few minutes longer, only now noticing how stupid she appeared and how crazy and unbelievable it all seemed.

Good god. What is going on with me?

She wondered right before the more logical thought that Mr. King probably hadn't wanted to let her sleep over that tiny couch again and only carried her into her room like a true gentleman entered her mind, making her feel so incredibly stupid, and embarrassed as well...

So embarrassed that she quickly decided to skip breakfast and avoid him for the day, choosing to just take a shower and head straight to her first job. The coffee shop.

.••.