Well, I had nothing to do so here’s another short chapter.

To:

Jimelforeverx: Thank you for reading and reviewing the new chapter o fast, I absolutely loved your review, and don’t worry about the length of the review, there is no such thing as a too long review. I’m really glad you like my story so much.

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And thanks to the other readers,

Now let’s get on with the story.

Chapter 4: Real dreams and fake moments

Two days later

Jim was sitting next to Melinda’s hospital bed, her weak pale hand in his. The steady beeping of the heart monitor comforted him, telling him that somewhere inside that still body there was still some life, that there was still hope. He watched her chest move along with the sound of the ventilator.

Melinda hadn’t woken up since the surgery and nobody seemed to be able to tell him why. Jim started to get more and more worried as Melinda seemed to go weaker. It felt to him like the life was draining out of her. The only thing he could do was hope that Melinda’s spirit was in a more peaceful place.

He watched her limp body, desperately searching for some movement, some sign that she was going to wake up, but couldn’t find any. Tears burned in his eyes, but he refused to let them go. He was a paramedic, he was supposed to be strong. He felt he had to be strong now Melinda couldn’t.

Jim had hardly left Melinda’s side since that night, he knew she was in good hands here, but he just couldn’t leave her, not when she was like this.

If only there was a way to help her, if only he could talk to her, if only he could figure this out, if only he could take her home.

If only.. if only … if only…

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Melinda’s dream

A chilly wind woke Melinda up, she shivered as she slowly sat up. She wasn’t in their cozy bed room anymore. She looked around, but could barely see anything, it was so dark, the only light came from big yellow candles attached to the cold brick wall.

“Jim?” She hesitantly asked with a hoarse voice as she shakingly got to her feet. Her throat hurt as she spoke, making it feel like she had rocks for breakfast. No answer came.

Carefully she did a few steps, the sound of it echoed on the cold concrete. Where was she? She didn’t know whether it was the atmosphere, the cold or the fever which were sending chills down her spine, probably all of the above.

“H…hello? Somebody here?” She tried again half whispering, wincing at the pain in her throat. But except for Melinda’s own shaky breathing there was no sound at all.

She walked a little further, her hands tracking along the wet brick wall, feeling for a way out this horrible place, but she couldn’t find any. Neither could she find anything else, there was nothing in this room, no people, no furniture, no doors and not even ghosts.

Then she saw a sudden flash in the corner of her eye and she quickly turned around, a little too quick her vision got blurry for a second and she started swaying. As she tried to steady herself again she looked around, and a huge old mirror in the corner of the room caught her eye. She hesitantly walked towards it, afraid of what she would see, but the only thing she saw in the mirror was her own reflection, her white dress, her pale face, her tangled hair and the candle lit room behind her. She touched the cold glass, but it was nothing more than it seemed to be, cold glass. She sighed and turned around, this was not going to help her.

But right that moment she thought she saw something in the corner of her eye again and she quickly turned back, more careful now not to get dizzy again. She looked back in the mirror again and saw a person standing behind her reflection, a man, she guessed, but she couldn’t be sure, it didn’t look much more than a shadow. She quickly looked over her shoulder, but there was nobody there, and when she turned back to the mirror again the man was gone there too.

She tried to calm her ragged breathing. I probably just imagined it, she tried to convince herself, but she knew it wasn’t true. She bit her lip as she looked one more time in the mirror, satisfied with the reflection of only one person, herself. She sighed, still trying to calm herself.

But then blood suddenly started to run out of the nose of her refection. She touched her own nose and felt a warm sticky liquid. Quickly blood started to run from her mouth and eyes too. She tried to scream, but no sound came out of her mouth.

Melinda heard a cold joyless laugh behind her, she looked around her, but there was no one.

More blood was soaking and she felt her legs getting weaker every second, till they started to feel like they were turning into jelly and buckled underneath her, sending her shaking and bloody body to the ground.

As she collapsed onto the ground the shadow appeared again and the cold laugh became louder, sending chills down her body. She heard the sound of something falling to the ground. With a shaking hand she reached for it, clinging her fingers around the cold metal of something small and round, but before she could find out what it was, the world went black.

I hope you guys like it. There might be some spelling mistakes in it, cause my keyboard is being weird and sometimes letters get skipped, but I hope I got all of the mistakes out. Please review