☾ Bad Moon Rising ➝ [kit&&shoshi] ☽
crying.
that's all she was aware of. her senses were blocked off, she felt so detached but she could hear the high pitch crying of a child. the cry was filled with panic and fear, not pain but that's all she could distinguish. suddenly she felt like she was falling and crashed landed in a small square in tel aviv. it was a place she knew well, where she had grown up, and suddenly she realized where she was, what was happening. she felt her emotions hit her in the gut, taking all the air out of her lung and the rush of desperation and terror she had felt that day was upon her and so vivid.
it was a nightmare, she told herself. one she had visited again and again, her conscience battling if saving that child was the right choice or not. shoshana was never sure how it'd end if she didn't save the small boy, she never made a different choice, the choice to let him die. every time she came back to this moment, she knew what the only choice she could make in her heart was.
a red light blinked on the vest of semtex and shoshana scooped the boy into her arms. she felt the heat, the sheer force of the explosion hit her and her heart hurt. not a metaphorical hurt, a deep, searing pain like she was being ripped from the inside. in real life, when she pulled away at this moment the boy was stunned but alive and grateful. in this dream she pulled away and looked into the dead eyes of her little sister. she screamed. she screamed so hard so woke up, her throat raw from sheer force.
she looked at the flashing numbers beside her bed. a little past two am. no one would be awake, she knew that, but that was okay. she didn't bother to change clothes, the baggy shirt and basketball shorts covering her well enough for her liking. she padded through the halls, her bare feet hitting tile after tile as she ran towards a very specific door. she skidded to a stop in front of the door, pressing her ear against the door to see if he might, on some off chance, be awake. she heard nothing and turned her head to face the door, her forehead banging loudly against the door to wake the slumbering man.
'kit.' she groaned, her head hitting the door, punctuating each time she called out his name.