Dreamer

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

I shot up in bed, panting and dripping sweat.

"What the hell?" I choked out. What had just happened? I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I was falling, and then I... Wasn't? Right. Someone had caught me. Who? Surely no one I had ever met in a dream before. It was a boy, I knew that much. And he had blue eyes. My stomach fluttered with the memory of them - a bright, light blue, like the sky in summer.

I shook my head again. Why was I thinking that way? He was from a dream for god's sake. Shakily, I got up from my bed and made my way into the bathroom off of my bedroom. I splashed water on my face, the iciness instantly waking me. I looked at myself in the mirror; long auburn hair, yellow eyes, dark circles. I was a mess. My hands were shaking, and my breathing was rough and uneven. What the hell had just happened?

I went back to my room and pulled out the leather-bound journal from under my pillow. It was my dream journal - my parents gave it to me on my thirteenth birthday, when we figured out I was a Composite. They wanted me to write down when anything weird happened, or if I learned how to do new things in my dreams; things no Dreamer had ever done before. So far, it had one entry in it - I had created a bunny when I was fifteen, which wasn't normal for any Dreamer or Tormenter. We could make anything except people and animals, or creatures, or monsters or whatever. Other than that though, nothing was all that remarkable about my dreams. I was stronger than an under-eighteen Composite normally was, but that didn't say much - there hadn't been many Composites before.

I opened the journal and began to write. My hand was still shaking, which made my writing a bit choppy, but I didn't care. I had to write this down.

Tears fell onto the pages as I wrote about Sephora. Little dots smearing the ink, marring the story. Would she come back? I wondered. No one had ever disappeared in my dreams before, so I didn't know if she was gone for good, or if I would be able to find her somewhere the next time I dreamed.

Blue eyes. I wrote. I bit my lip. What did it all mean? Who was he, and why was he there?Where was he, buried underground? I slammed the journal shut in anger. None of it made sense.

You could dream again. A voice in my head said. I sighed. I wanted answers, but I was afraid to close my eyes again. I consulted the clock on my side table - 4:17. I had only been asleep for an hour, and my parents wouldn't be home until six. I had time.

Slowly, almost cautiously, I laid back down and shut my eyes, falling into a dream...

My dream came into view, sketched in by an invisible pencil. It was a field. Dark - night time. Large, dark clouds were rolling in the sky above me. I looked around for any sign of Sephora, Rags, the boy, anyone. It felt so lonely. It felt scary.

"Hello?" I called into the darkness. Nothing. Hugging myself with my arms, I began walking. The field seemed to go on forever. The grass was dry and crackly beneath my feet. I could hear trees whooshing in the wind, but there weren't any trees in sight.

"H- Hello?" I called again. An owl hooted in response, making me jump. I sat down on the hard earth and looked up at the sky. Squinting, I thought about the moon shifting, growing brighter to form a sun. It got brighter and brighter and then-

Darkness. I was plunged into an inky blackness, unable to see anything. What the... That was also a first. Nothing I was creating in a dream had ever been stopped before, or changed. Nothing was making sense.

"Hello?" I screamed. The word cut through my scratchy throat, but I didn't care. I was beginning to panic.

"Hello?" A voice called back. A boy's voice.