Chapter thirteen

ELENA’S POV

Gradually I've been getting stronger over the past couple of days. A cleaning lady comes in from time to time to change the bedding and do my laundry, she doesn't talk much, not sure if it's because that's her nature or she's been ordered not to speak to me. Creek has come by once or twice to speak to me and make sure I'm okay but since then nothing.

I didn't expect Valerian to wait on me hand and foot but it's kinda rude to ignore a guest. Not to mention a part of me misses him.

Hmm, don't even go there Elena.

But on the plus side, the nightmares have gotten less frequent but I still do have them though. I wonder if they'll ever stop.

When Creek stopped by, he said I was free to go into the gardens to explore and get some fresh air, but I've been here trying to gather the courage to step outside this room. I feel like this room is my bubble, once I go out there the bubble pops and there's nothing to protect me anymore.

A silly analogy I know.

Someone knocks timidly bef