Running thats all you remember
Doing, running and running, from what?, You couldn't decide on that, for if you tried you fear that the darkness would consume
your body and mind.
(Y/N) Pov.
You wake with a start. You could still remember your nightmare, the rush you felt, the heavy breathing, your footsteps, and most importantly the gun switching form safety to non-safty. A shiver goes down your spine as you remember the nightmare, you hand already on your chest absent mindedly counting the rate of your heart beat. Some say that you dream of your fate if it's near, I've had these dreams for a long time, but they get worse every year, I just hope that I find my alpha before I die.
"(Y/N)!, ARE YOU UP YET!? REMEMBER THAT WERE LEAVING FOR NEW ORLEANS TODAY! SO GET YOUR LAZY ASS UP!!" A low grumble leaves your throat and out your lips as you peel the warm cocoon of blankets off and are greeted to the cold of the room, a shiver runs down your spine as you go to your dresser and get dressed for your long trip.
'lets keep this simple today!'. So you pull out a simple red dress that fades to black at the end, a red over the shoulder shaw, white socks, and black flats, and to top it all off you brush your hair and put on a black fedora, as you look at yourself in the mirror you smile. After looking yourself over you grab your already packed things and head to the door, but before you left you looked at your old room and out of the corner of your eye you could have sworn you saw red eyes and a pull so strong you wanted to just stay in the room. But you just shrugged it off as bedsick or sadness for moving.
You make your way downstairs where your mother and father were, your mother looks you over and sighs,
"Why can't you wear stuff from your era, it's not the 1900s anymore its the 2000s!" You look down, you had no idea why you dressed like this it's just how you liked to be dressed, it's like your stuck in your own time capsule.
"OKAY, I think you look very good in the 1900s outfits, and before we get sidetracked we have to go, the drive is long and we have to get there before the sun goes down!" You laugh at your dad's behavior, he was like a toddler getting a treat for breakfast, your mother sighs but smiles at her husband, and you all make your way out to the car and pile up inside as your father drives away. You have a strange urge to look behind you and that's when you say it, a black silhouette in your room and big red eyes, you turn around quickly not wanting to look at it any longer than you wanted to.
(YAY! I hope this goes well(个_个))
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