Dance With Me..

[Jacky]

I take the wheel and sigh, my gaze wandering up to the sky above from where the first stars start to twinkle.

[Hannah]

I drop myself on the bed and try to ignore the tears that are stinging behind my eyes.

[Jacky]

A few hours later I retreat to the cabin. I silently sneak inside as not to wake Ana, and I take of my boots, hat and belt.

[Hannah]

Im still awake, my back towards him, staring at the wall.

[Jacky]

I take of my shirt as well and then slip under the thin blanket next to Ana. I turn on my back and look at the ceiling. I can't tell her. I just can't. I close my eyes and sigh, What happened in the past should stay in the past. With these thoughts on my mind, I slowly fall asleep.

[Hannah]

As soon as he seems to be asleep I get up and dressed softly, making my way out of the cabin again, traing to make no sound

[Jacky]

Though I'm fast asleep, my sleep isn't restfull in the slightest. My mind soon turns to nightmares.. nightmares about the past. The screams, the flames.. the faces of the people who burned because of me.. it's all vivid in my dreams.

[Hannah]

I lay down on the decks, all alone and look up at the stars. Actually he said he would teach me tonight.. things can go slightly different so it seems...

[Jacky]

In my dream I'm standing in the middle of the burning town. The buildings are eaten up by the flames, people are running through the streets in panic.. children are screaming. Some women are on fire. I turn around and around, wanting to run but not knowing where to. Bloodred tears are streaming down my face, but I don't feel them. Amongst the chaos, I stand frozen on the stop.

Unhurt, but guilty.

When I turn again there's suddenly a man in front of me, flames licking his clothes and tearing high above him in the sky. It's him. The man who granted me a roof above my head, granted me education and a dinner every night. But now his face is full of hatred instead of compassion. Full of anger instead of disapointment. He extends his hand, a fire-eaten coal finger points at me, "The dead never forgive." He hisses, before his body fully bursts into flames and he throws himself in my direction. "NOOOOOOOO!" I scream, a young boy in the middle of distruction.

I wake up from someone screaming... short, but loud enough to wake the death. I sit up in the bed in panic, and it takes me nearly a full minute to realize the masculine voice (so different from the boy's voice.. now roughened by rum and salty winds) belongs to ME. My heart is pounding in my throat and sweat is running down from under my bandana.

[Hannah]

When i hear jack scream from the cabin I sit up immidiatly. I jump onto my feet and run towards the cabin as fast as my feet can carry me.
Once the door flies open I stare at him with big eyes