Nico's POV

I was a bit upset that Will let me fall asleep. I felt like I've slept for too long. I want to be awake. I woke up again in the rug at the foot of Will's bed. I was wrapped in a blanket with a pillow under my head. I have to say, for sleeping on a rug on the floor, I was comfy. I sniffed again, looking around the room. It was empty. I sighed, burying my face into the pillow. It smelled like Will. The blanket did too. It was nice. My head still hurt. My chest felt like there was a bunch of gunk inside it and it didn't seem like my nose was going to clear up anytime soon. I hated being sick. How could anyone deal with it? All your body would let you do is lay around, sneeze, and cough. It was annoying and my chest hurt whenever I coughed. I spent the next few minutes thinking about how much being sick sucked before I fell asleep.

~Dream~

I was a little kid again. About ten years old. Bianca and I were chasing each other. We lived in the woods since that was the only place humans wouldn't bother us. At that time, I've never actually seen a human before. I guess the saying "Ignorance is bliss" is pretty on point. I was happy not knowing what a human was. I wish I never needed to find out. I wish I could go back to being a little ten year old again. I was happy and surrounded by those I loved. I.. I don't know about now anymore. 

I think I took something from Bianca because she wasn't giving up on the chase. I was only able to run for a moment more before Binace pounced on me. We rolled on the ground, giggling until something escaped from the little pile. It was a scarf. Bianca ended up on top after we stopped rolling. She turned, reaching and taking her scarf from a few feet away and lightly wrapping it around her neck. I continued to giggle, my already messy hair now sticking up everywhere with grass bits in it. My ears were even hidden. A woman approached from behind us, smiling. Bianca smiled back at her, standing up.

"Play nice I miei gattini," she said softly, making Bianca and I giggle again.

This was the first nice dream I've had for a while now. It was so nice to see Bianca and Mama again. I missed them. My smaller self stood up at the sight of a blue butterfly. Being the half child half kitten I was, I bolted after it. It was pretty fast. I pounced after it every once and awhile, only for it to dart away again. I would frown but stand up and run after it again. The butterfly led me to a clearing in the trees, revealing a road. I unknowingly ran into the road, continuing to chase the insect. This is where it went wrong.

My mother darted from the trees, ramming into me and sending me tumbling into the other side of the road. I heard a yowl, the sound of a collision and a shriek before the younger me managed to stand and turn around. The younger me shrieked as well. My mother laid sprawled on the road, dirty and bloody like roadkill. A pool of blood grew from underneath her, caking her shirt and hair. She was dead. A car hit her. Bianca ran out from the forest, running right to me and pulling me into a hug. 

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The scene changed. It was Bianca and I again. We were roaming the streets. It was nighttime. I was clinging to her as she had her arm wrapped around me as well. I didn't like this scene. After seeing the last one, I knew exactly what this scene was. Bianca pulled the dream me into an alleyway. A shadow followed us. Inside the alley was Bianca, me, and the shadow. The little me was ducked behind Bianca as she hissed at the shadow. That didn't stop it. It came closer, holding something. It was a sack. Once he was too close, Bianca leaped at him and pushed me to the wall. The shadow quickly pulled something out of no where and hit Bianca with it with she was in midair. 

I hated this. I didn't want to relive this. It was bad enough to remember this moment, but seeing it again was too painful. I wish I could look away. That's just not how dreams work. Bianca crumpled to the ground and I screamed. She pulled herself back up, her cheek becoming bruised and her nose dripping with blood. She leaped at the shadow again. I could see what they was holding a bit better. It was a club. They hit my sister again, this time right in the head. She crumbled again, only to be beaten further with the club. Dream me darted forward, grabbing his arm only for the club to turn on me. They swung it lower, it hitting me in the abdomen. I groaned, falling to my knees and clutching where I was hit. The club was bloody with my sister's blood. The shadow dropped it, glaring at my sister's beaten and bloody body in the cement. Her head was bleeding badly and she was barely breathing.

"Disgusting rat," the shadow hissed at her.

Dream me stumbled back as he lifted the sack up again. I turned, throwing myself backwards as he threw it over me. I only managed a short scream before the scene went black and I was captured.

~Dream ends~ 

I woke up screaming. My body was soaked in sweat and I was shaking. Sobs piled in my throat as I tried to swallow them back down. I heard footsteps behind me and I spun around. The shadow. They were back. I knew who the shadow was. It was Octavian. He found me again and he had the sack. I screamed again, throwing myself backwards. The man grinned at me, his white and sticky blonde hair slicked back. He held his sack up, stepping towards me again.

"Hold still," he purred, stepping towards me again.

I panicked. My body stiffened as I stared at him. My body jerked as my mind chose the only option. I threw myself at Octavian, claws unsheathed. He stumbled back and I pounced onto him, digging my claws into his arms. I ripped my claws downwards, tearing his sleeves and skin. I couldn't control myself anymore. I scratched at his arms, chest and face. It was until he snapped out of his shock and grabbed me by the wrists. I threw myself backwards again but I didn't move. He rolled onto his stomach, pinning me underneath him.

"No! No, let me go! I'm not going with you! What do you want from me?!" I shrieked, struggling under his weight.

I was engulfed in a hug. I froze, confused. Octavian would never do this. I stopped struggling and my brain continued to pound against my skull. Once my head stopped hurting, I opened my eyes. I was still wrapped in a hug, but I was more pressed against my hugger. I blush when I realized I was on their lap. I looked up, tears flooding my eyes as I realized who was holding me.

"W-Will?" I croaked, letting the tears fall free.

Will's face was scratched and bleeding slightly. I pushed myself away from his body, seeing the other tears in his clothing and skin through my tears. I.. I attacked Will. Oh Dio. I looked back at him, feeling myself begin to shake again. Now he was really going to kick me out. Before I could react, I was pulled into another hug. I buried my face in the spot of his shirt that wasn't torn and bloody. He rubbed my back, not saying anything. Why was he still being so nice to me? I swallowed down more sobs, balling some of his shirt in my fist. 

"You're ok. It was a dream. You're ok," I heard him whisper to me, causing me to break down. He was so nice. Much too nice for me to ever deserve being friends with.