Awoken Slumber

**Sora POV**

I opened my eyes to the sound of a constant beeping coming from a heart rate monitor. The room was dimly lit, with only a sliver of light seeping through the curtains. I tried to sit up, but my body was weak and achy, and it took a moment to gather my bearings. Rayne was sitting beside me, sleeping in a chair. How long had I been unconscious?

As I looked around, my gaze fell upon a long, jagged scar running down Rayne's arm. My heart raced as I tried to piece together what had happened, but my mind was foggy, and everything was a blur.

Suddenly, Scarlett walked into the room, interrupting my thoughts. "Oh Sora, you're awake," she said with a smile. "How are you feeling?"

I didn't know how to respond. My head was pounding, and my body was sore. "Scarlett, what happened? Why is Rayne hurt?" I asked, my voice hoarse.

She hesitated before responding. "I'm sorry, Sora, but I can't say anything. Headmaster Williams instructed me to keep quiet about the situation."

I felt my anger rising, but before I could say anything, Scarlett left the room, leaving me alone with Rayne. She started to stir, her eyes slowly opening.

"Hey Rayne," I said softly, trying not to startle her.

"Sora...am I dreaming?" she asked groggily, her voice barely above a whisper.

I chuckled softly, patting her on the shoulder. "No, you're not dreaming. I'm glad you're here with me."

As I listened to Rayne's words, my mind was swimming with confusion. I had no idea what she was talking about, and the more she spoke, the more anxious I became. A violet aura? What did that even mean? I could feel my heart rate rising as I struggled to piece together the fragments of memory from the previous day.

"Please, Rayne," I pleaded. "I need to know what happened."

But her expression remained guarded, and her lips were sealed. It was frustrating, like trying to dig a hole with a spoon. I clenched my fists, trying to suppress my rising anger. I couldn't understand why no one would tell me anything.

As Rayne left the room, I slumped back into my bed, feeling helpless and alone. It was as if everyone had turned against me, and I was the only one left in the dark.

But then Williams came in, his kind face bringing me back to reality. "How are you feeling, Sora?" he asked gently.

"I'm okay, but I need to know what happened," I said, my voice quivering with emotion. "Why is everyone acting so strange?"

Williams sighed heavily, looking at me with a mixture of pity and regret. "I'm sorry, Sora, but there are some things that are better left unsaid. You have to trust us when we say that it's for your own good."

But I couldn't take it anymore. I needed answers, and I needed them now. "No, I can't trust you anymore," I said, my voice rising. "You're all hiding something from me, and I don't know why."

Williams looked at me with a sad expression. "I understand how you feel, Sora. But please, trust us. We're trying to protect you."

But his words fell on deaf ears. I was tired of being left in the dark, tired of being treated like a child. I had to find out the truth, no matter what the cost.

Williams took a deep breath, and his eyes seemed to bore into mine with intensity. The weight of his words made the air feel heavy and suffocating. "You tried to kill Rayne last night," he said firmly. "There was something else controlling you, some dark force that made you attack her. Luckily, Rayne managed to reach out to me, and I was able to apprehend you before you could do any serious harm."

I felt a cold shiver run down my spine as his words sunk in. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Me, trying to kill Rayne? That couldn't be right. It was like a nightmare come to life. "Williams, that's not possible," I protested, my voice shaky. "I don't remember anything like that happening."

He shook his head, his expression grave. "Sora, I wish it weren't true, but it is. You were like a different person last night. Your aura was a sickly violet, and it was like something else had taken over your body."

I felt my stomach churn as his words sank in. How could this have happened? How could I have lost control like that? The thought of hurting Rayne, my closest friend, was too much to bear.

"I can't believe this," I muttered, feeling a sheen of sweat break out on my forehead. "How could I let this happen?"

Williams looked at me with a mixture of pity and concern. "It wasn't your fault, Sora," he said gently. "Whatever happened, it wasn't your doing. But you need to go see Reagan, he might be able to help you figure out what's going on."

I nodded, feeling numb as I got out of bed and made my way to the penthouse. As I walked, my mind was in a haze, and my thoughts were a jumble of confusion and fear. When I arrived, Reagan greeted me with a warm smile, but it did little to ease the knot of tension in my stomach.

"Hey, Sora. How are you feeling?" Reagan asked, leading me into the living room where he had prepared some tea.

"I don't know, Reagan. Williams just told me that I tried to kill Rayne last night. I can't even begin to comprehend how that's possible." I replied, my voice cracking with emotion.

Reagan's usually composed demeanor was shattered by my revelation, his eyes widening in disbelief as if he had been struck by lightning. "What did you just say?" His voice trembled with shock and confusion.

I couldn't blame him, the idea of me, his closest friend, being possessed by some unknown force was as absurd as it was terrifying. It made me wonder just how many people knew about what happened. As far as I knew, only Scarlett, Rayne, and Williams were aware of the incident, but how did just three people figure it out?

"Reagan, I was under the control of some third party entity," I repeated, hoping to provide some clarity to his disoriented mind.

He shook his head slowly, still processing the implications of my words. "I don't know what to say," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "How about we spar to take our minds off things?"

I recoiled at the suggestion, my stomach churning with a mixture of fear and disgust. "Are you kidding me?" I snapped, my words sharp and laced with venom. "I don't want to think about magic. I'm going to sleep." And with that, I turned and walked away, eager to escape the suffocating weight of the situation.

Reagan's expression was a mix of confusion and hurt, as if he didn't understand the gravity of the situation or the weight of my words. His eyes darted back and forth, searching for something to say or do to alleviate the tension in the room.

But I was not in the mood for distractions or games. The thought of being controlled by an unknown force and almost hurting my friends was too much to bear. I needed time to process everything and understand what was going on.

As I turned to leave, Reagan reached out and grabbed my arm, stopping me in my tracks. "Sora, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you," he said, his voice soft and remorseful.

I hesitated for a moment before turning back to face him. "It's fine, Reagan. I just need some time to myself," I said, my voice calm but firm.

Reagan nodded understandingly and released his grip on my arm. "Of course, Sora. Take all the time you need. I'll be here if you need anything," he said before stepping back and giving me space.

With a heavy heart, I made my way back to my room, the weight of the day's events weighing heavily on my shoulders.