Chapter 13:A bad dream
I wake up screaming as I am shaken out of a very very bad dream. It is a recurring nightmare I have, and it is one of the worst.
The nightmare usually involves me being chained to a street lamp and forced to watch while the two rebel soldiers brutally rape and torture Annona. These horrific nightmares feel like they go on for hours, and sometimes they do.
But now I am awake. It is the middle of the night, my heart is beating faster than any heart should, and I am drenched in sweat. I see that Montgomery is currently standing next to me, a concerned look on his face.
I ask only one question. "Where is Annona?"
Montgomery answered, "Don't worry. Annona is with you're mother in the central city. Everything is alright."
I breathe a sigh of relief, feeling as though a suffocating load was just lifted from my shoulders. Then I realize that the rebels are in District 2, and become sad.
"Do you think we'll be able defend this place from the rebels?"
After a pause, Montgomery answers. "Yes, I think we can still do it. We are on our home soil and that will grant considerable advantage. "
"I'm sorry I woke you."
"That's okey, I was not getting any sleep anyway."
Even in the darkness, I can see the haggard appearance in Montgomery's face. His eyes are listless and weary. He lost his parents; I should be the one comforting him, not the other way around.
He does not verbalize his response, but I can see him nodding.
"Want to talk about it?"
"No, but it would be healthier for my psychic if I did."
Even in these times, Montgomery is still the same. I let him continue.
"In my dream, I am an infant again. I am surrounded by parents and their affection."
"What makes that dream bad?"
"It is bad because I keep having to wake up to a world where my parents are dead and my country is in a civil war that I have front row seats to. That I have to wake up and remember how I'm not anyone's son anymore is what makes it a bad dream."
He does not say this with anger or even frustration, he says it with a feeling of defeat and hopelessness.
"No matter what happened, you'll always be their son."
Montgomery is silent for a moment, and suddenly I become enraged at the rebellion for taking so much from so many. I know that Montgomery feels parents were stolen by fate; I know this because I feel that fate stole Cato from me. The world may not be perfect, but all the rebels are doing is making it worse. Given that option, I would rather fight with the Peacekeepers to keep it the same.
I just hope this is a fight we can still win.
Montgomery thanks me for listening, than goes back to sleep. I do not know if he slept or if he stared at the tent ceiling; all I know is that I did the latter.