The cultists want to steal me.

My blood was boiling, and my knees were trembling with fear, struggling with the orders of reason and wanting to freeze, condemning me to death. I stood with the side of my head pressed against the door of the outdoor toilet, trying not to miss a rustle, a step, or any other sound that came from outside. Escape? Where to run? At what point to run? How fast is the creature that I would like to call a human? My legs gave way treacherously and I almost fell to my knees, but managed to regain control of myself. But that wasn't my achievement. An attempt to correct, aggravated the situation. I made a shuffling sound with my shoes when I realized that there was no way out of here anymore. All the prayers that I knew and didn't know flashed through my head, and subconsciously I tried to convince myself that whatever happened after death, I would be able to come to terms with it. The door opens and a dark figure dressed in long, dark robes burned me with his devilish gaze, causing a feeling of suffocation and forcing every cell of my body to drown in pure, animal fear. – Here you are, Jack. - A quiet, unnatural voice rang out, it seemed the only purpose of which was to convince that the figure in front of my eyes was straight from hell. "Jack! Jack? Jack. Jack.."–My name echoed in my head, looping and trying to pull me out of the frightening darkness. My brain throws out a dose of adrenaline, and my body suddenly shudders, bringing me back to real life, for better or for worse. But I'm no longer outside, and it's no longer night outside. It wasn't a black figure standing in front of me, was it Connor sitting in front of me? – Jack, wake up! - Once again, a familiar, low voice shouted at me. – I've been trying to contact you for an hour and a half. I already thought you were in a coma. I was silent, trying to come back to common sense after everything I felt. There was still a lump of fear in my throat, creating a phantom feeling of light suffocation. My entire back was covered in cold sweat, palpable through my T-shirt sticking to my skin. Connor was slightly squeezing my jaw, apparently trying to wake me up earlier with this, and his eyes were glued to my face. From anxiety or curiosity, I did not understand, but it was easier to assume that both options. – What's wrong with you? You look like a deer in the headlights. - Hawkins was perceptive.. or maybe I was just obvious in my emotions, especially after such an awakening. – I.. nothing.. I just.. I had a nightmare. - Still, I found the strength to answer, feeling that my mouth was damn dry, and my voice was weak. – Do you always sleep SO soundly when you have nightmares? - I felt a little ashamed when I heard this question, even though I knew that Connor wasn't shaming me, he was just interested. – No.. honestly, this is the first time.. - I didn't know if I was telling the truth or just didn't notice how strong my nightmares were. At least now it would be shameful to complain about something so trivial. – Did something urgent happen? Why did you need me? - The fear of a recent nightmare was replaced by a slight fear that while I was sleeping I might have missed something important, spoiling my opinion of myself and my responsibility. – No, nothing like that. - This phrase became an instant lifting of a load from my shoulders and a weight from my soul. – I just wanted to chat with you in the morning, and you stopped answering, I thought maybe you went somewhere or something happened to you. - He shrugged his shoulders. Again, I didn't say anything. My heart felt calmer, but I still couldn't find the words, and my head was filled not with work, but with a nightmare that had just disappeared. There was an awkward silence, and it looked like no one was going to break it. Connor finally took his hand off my jaw and continued to glare at me. – So.. what was the nightmare about? - He broke the silence decisively. I didn't understand whether he asked in order to dilute the atmosphere or was really interested. It took me a while before I opened my mouth. Should I have told Connor about this? I have already attached too much importance to those things in conversations that should not be brought up. It is unlikely that he will believe me, or maybe he will even consider me crazy and ask me to replace me. But, was it worth inventing a lie or even diverting the topic?