The different dimension

Sophia

I don't know why. When I woke up, everything burned. I was laying on a bed with silk sheet and satin pillows. Candles were lit, it was the only source of light. Everything in here was old fashioned. I felt something trickle down my forehead. I went to wipe my forehead. I realized something was different. I reached up and pulled something off my forehead. "A wet rag?" I thought to myself. I sat up. The pain I was already feeling just got multiplied by two and plus some. I looked around and observed more. The room was out dated, probably made in 1700-1800. It was a bit awesome to be looking at stuff that would be considered vintage, or worth about a thousand dollars or more. I noticed my tattered blue satin dress. "What happened?" I thought with a puzzled look. "A siren put you under its spell. Then attempted to drag you off the cliff." I looked over immediately as I heard the voice. A man was there. He was blonde, buff, and had some tattoos. I wanted to scream, freak out, or run away. Although, I knew him.

He reached for his bow and arrows. He put a arrow on his bow and aimed it at me. I shrieked, "WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU?!" I back myself into the cornered of the room and the bed. It really obvious I was terrified. Then, he looked at me and smiled. He said "You've done nothing to me."
I replied " Then why are you doing this?!"
He lowed his weapon. " Who am I." He asked sternly. I looked at him. " I- I don't know! You look like a Melvin?- " He took the bow off his weapon. " I knew it. " he said as he put his bow up. " I'm Joel."I calmed down. I grabbed a pillow and hugged it. " Joel?- Do I know you?" " You should." he replied. I got up. I took some steps to him like it was my first time walking. I shrieked when I fell to the floor. Something cut me on the way down. I saw the cut on my arm before everything went black. It was a deep cut that could have been about 4 to 5 inches long on my upper left arm.

I screamed as I reached out to catch myself. I ended up falling off the couch. Chestnut ran into the back bedroom. I lied on the floor confused and terrified. I got up. I was shaking really badly and had cold sweat all over my body. I remembered the cut. I quickly checked my arm. There was nothing there. This could have nightmare but it felt so real. I was 25 and I have done everything myself. I've been independent for years. However, right now I was so scared. I wanted some one to be by my side. I didn't feel safe alone. I looked at my door. "Marcus." I thought. I walked to the door hurriedly and shakily. I opened it and bolted down a few doors down. I started banging on Marcus' apartment door. "MARCUS!" I shouted so terrified and desperate. I kept banging on the door repeating his name. I was really terrified that the longer I was out there banging on his door. The more I felt like someone was ready to attack me. I saw a shadow of a man behind me slowly crept up behind me. I panicked. "MARCUS!" I shouted so terrified that my shout could be considered a piercing scream. As soon as he opened his door the shadow disappeared like a light being turned on. "What?!" He said annoyed. Then he looked at me. "Oh- OH!" He said realizing it was me. He was in a baggie T-shirt and a pair of lose jeans. I had tears in my eyes, and it was obvious I was terrified of something. "Can I come in?" I said desperately. He looked at me with worried and sad eyes. "Yea, you can come in." He said as he guided me inside. "Watch out for that step." His warning was to late.

I felt something cut me on the way down. I saw it out of the conner of my eye before, I hit the ground. It was a deep cut that could have been about 4 to 5 inches long on my upper left arm. "OH MY GOSH! I'm so sorry! I should have told you before you came in." My heart dropped. I looked at the cut. I almost screamed, but I didn't. Marcus picked me up. "Don't touch me!" I exclaimed. He ignored me and put me on his couch. He got me a blanket and walked off for a moment. It honestly felt very good to not be alone. He came back with the first aid kit. He tended to my wound. He was gentle. I felt a few stings every now and again. A few times I couldn't tell if he was touching me or not. I had to look to see if he was or wasn't. I all of a sudden felt dizzy and tried. I laid my head on the back of the chair and everything became black.