The Last Notebook ((Sequel to The Fourth Notebook))

The Waking Hours

I am running through a forest. I hold my bleeding arm close to me. I can feel the tree branches slapping my face. The sirens grow louder. I can see it now, my destination. So close.
A black arm grabs my leg and pulls me to the ground. It starts dragging me back towards the sirens. But now the sirens sound different. They are screams. I turn towards the arms and see that they are coming out of a dark hole. Inside the hole is fire. In the fire stand charred bodies shrieking. They scream my name with voices like broken glass and nails on chalkboards. The hands pull me closer and closer.
"Jace! Jace!" They scream.
I hold onto the edge of the hole with all my strength.
Then I hear a voice in my ear, "It's time, Jace."
I loose my grip.
I jolt awake.
I look around at the darkness.
My hands search for my phone in the dark. When they find it they turn on the flashlight. It gives my room a grey glow. I see my desk, my lamp, my chair, but not her.
"Emma?"
"Right here, Jace." I shine my light at her, illuminating her transparent figure.
"Sorry to bother you," I whisper.
"You didn't bother me, I was just watching you sleep."
I prop myself up on my elbows.
She glides over to me. "Is that okay?"
She puts her milky white hand on my face sending chills down my spine.
"Yeah," I tell her.
She giggles softly.
"It's only three a.m., go back to sleep."
"I don't want to sleep anymore."
"Okay, so what now?"
"I guess I'll just get ready for school, then."

I step out from under the warm stream of water.
"I got you a towel," she says.
"Ah, Emma! Didn't see you there," I say as I cover myself with the towel, "Do you mind?"
"Oh, Jace. So bashful."
She turns around as I wrap myself up with the thick, fluffy towel.
I walk out into the kitchen to find my mother sleeping with her face plastered on her laptop keyboard. I shake her awake and tell her to go to bed. This is normal for me. Ever since I was little, she's been up all night trying to recreate the short lived fame she had when she wrote her novel, "The Fourth Notebook". Most of her books are tragic love stories or romantic comedies. None of them did as well as the first.
So now as I stand in the crisp early morning air waiting for the bus, I realize how much I miss the other three from the hospital. Grace, Cody, and James. I remember everything about them. The way Grace looked at Cody. The way Cody walked with a fake confidence. James' depressed eyes that my own mimic now. All I have now is Emma.
"I'm not going to leave you, Jace," she says.
"Promise?" I ask as the bus with my high school's name painted on it pulls around the corner.
She lets the question hang in the air before answering,
"Promise."
((A/N: first chapter done! Please tell me what you think about it! I worked really hard on it before posting it so please consider a vote or a comment!))