A Time To Harvest

Welcome to my Nightmare

Dreams, jinxes and wet weather~Millie

The thoughts of Millie Farwell. Student.

I can’t sleep. I’ve not slept properly for two days now. I’m tired all the time but still I try to carry on with the interviews. Laslow is being annoying as always. I seriously don’t like the guy. But we had coffee and food at Joe’s because of the rain, spoke to Joe as well, but that snake of a journalist tried getting a story out of us. I said no as did the others.

We headed back to the farmhouse when we saw Blaine there who looked slightly disappointed that it was only a few of us. Apparently he was going to get help (keeping warm and thinking of himself must be his method)

As I was about to try and get some sleep, the door knocked and it was the sheriff needing us down by the bridge as the others were struggling on a bridge. Whilst others helped each other to safety. I saw something quite unsettling but I assumed it was a dead cow or calf, nothing to worry about. I try not to think about it.

People keep questioning Blaine and his actions and the idea that he is a jinx. I can believe that. Blaine mentioned when he came back about a new site, from what I assume is the place Boyd died. I left before he could continue speaking. Anyway I doubt nobody noticed.

The grief I have is secret as we chose to keep our relationship quiet. So nobody knows the pain I’m in, the loud feminist is mourning for her man. I have the memories of us going to Massachusetts together and enjoying the sun and the lack of it. I think back as I try and get ready for bed.

I remember the day he told me about this follow up trip and how excited he was and that he was a little bit upset that Blaine would not be there. Still he was excited and I was happy for him. We listened to one of the records I had as we relaxed before he left.

We said our goodbyes and that it will only be a few weeks at least well that is what I told myself anyway as we hugged each other and kissed. I did not know that this would be the last time we would see each other again.

News of his death came and I was in shock, how could this have happened to him. He did not deserve to die. I felt alone as everyone was concerned about Blaine. I felt like he was to blame as well as the department.

I try and sleep but I woke up a few hours later after having another dream. I creep downstairs to see Martin and Sidney awake, assuming that they could have had dreams. I quietly ask them if they have had any strange dreams. Apparently they have had the same dreams as me.

We shall be asking the others if they’ve had dreams.


misterc ImKeelyT

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