When he saw you

CHAPTER ONE: BLUEBERRY PANCAKE.

Mikayla

"911, what's your emergency?"

"...Help me pleassse...My friend... Zion..."

My shaky body reflected in my voice. I could barely hear myself. Was I speaking? Did I remember how to speak?

"911, what's your emergency?"

Tears found their way to my cheek, waking me up slightly. This scene was just too familiar. I have made this call before. I couldn't remember but I knew I hated being here, yet every time I close my eyes I always seem to end up here.

It was obvious this was another of my night terrors. All I had to do was wake up. Come on Kayla, wake up! This can't be real! It had to be a dream.

On the floor, only a few feet away, laid my best friend, Zion. He was surrounded by a pool of blood  and his clothes were soaked in them too. His eyes were half closed, but they still looked empty and lost. Why was he lying there like that? Why was my best friend covered in blood?

"There's blood everywhere," I found the courage to say.

I began to sob loudly, barely holding on to my phone. I needed this woman to tell me what to do, and she was asking too many questions. Of all the questions, I could only hear the police woman ask for my address but I never got to reply.

My eyes opened to stare at my ceiling. I laid in that position, scared that if I moved, I'd go back into the dream.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Kayla? It's been almost a year." I groan, pushing my pillow on my face.

My father offered therapy after it happened, but I lied that I was fine. If he found out about my nightmares, I'd be in big trouble. The dreams initially came occasionally, but lately it had become a nightly struggle.

Why couldn't I forget like everyone else? I'm sure even my friend Evans has forgotten about it and he is the guy who cared so much about details.

My phone vibrated on my bed-side table, so that's what woke me. I scoff when I see who it is.

"Speak of the devil and he appears." I utter before answering.

"Evans, it's 5 in the morning." I put out my most annoyed tone.

I didn't want him to know I just woke up, or that I had the dream again. He was the only person who knew I had them. Evans is one of my two best friends. I could trust him.

"Just your wake up call Kay," He says.

Before he could add anything else, I hang up and burry my face in my pillow.

Standing up from the bed, I regret that decision immediately. My hair was sticking out everywhere. Why don't I have perfect hair like sleeping beauty?! I always tie my hair before I sleep, but it always gets tangled before I wake up.

I drag my ass to the bathroom and loosen my now scattered braids while brushing my teeth. I had to be in school in 45 minutes.

My hair alone took 35 minutes to do. Part of being a half-breed doesn't bless me with thick black hair like my mother. When I was a kid, I wanted thick hair and now that my hair is fully grown with soft curls, I hated my younger self and her ridiculous choices.

After doing my hair up in a big bun and twisting two strands to come up front. I put on slightly ripped jeans crop top with a denim jacket. I sprayed all four bottles of my perfume because I hate it when people can guess my scent.

"You've got spunk, Mikayla Thompson," I say to my reflection.

I pout and try out sexy poses, recording one in a photo. It was cute. While walking downstairs, I posted the mirror photo on my Instagram story with the hashtag 'new week vibes'.