I woke up in a dark chamber. My back was sore, as if someone had laid me on the hard floor for too long, which I am now. I tried to move before I realised that I was tied. There was a thick rope around my ankle and my wrists. I tried to scream, but someone had taped my mouth.
Tap. Tap.
I froze. I laid still on the floor. Then voices were heard.
"Emily…"
'T-that voice, it couldn't be,' I thought. I laid even still (if that was even possible) on the floor. I gasped as I saw him.
Alex…
"AAAAAHHH!!" I woke up in my bed, covered in sweat. I sighed. Another bad dream. I looked at the alarm clock and my eyes goggled as I saw the time.
"7:55 a.m.?!"
I felt weird that morning, as if I am not being myself. Usually I'll calm myself if this happens, but rage was swarming in me. And I let out an outrageous roar.
I woke up (a nightmare, again!). Great. A nightmare in a nightmare. Just, how great that was. I take a look at the time and I let out a sigh of relief. At least the dreams weren't true. I got out of bed and take a shower.
Mom was calling me for breakfast as I finished combing my hair. I let out a satisfied relief and went down the stairs. But I stopped mid-way down the stairs as I saw Alex's picture. But the picture looked slightly different. Alex's blue eyes that were supposed to be filled with coldness but now his eyes were filled with…
Fear.
I frowned, and strangely, I felt the urge to take the frame off the wall and look behind it, but mom's urgent yells was getting on my nerves, so I ignored it.
But little did I know that I had make the biggest mistake in my life.
