'and i can still see it all in my mind... all of you, all of me, intertwined. i once believed love would be black and white, but it's golden.'
Samira Mayfield is forced to move to a new town, transfer to a new school, and make new friends two months...
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CHAPTER TWO — the mall rats
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I'm standing in an open field with the sun brutally beating down on me. There's nothing in sight, as I turn in circles like a dog chasing its own tail. A figure starts flickering in and out, in front of me, like it's glitching. When it becomes clear, it's the same man from every other dream. He's trying to speak, but nothing is coming out. Feeling a little more comfortable with the current situation, I move towards him. His hands aren't covered in blood this time and he's not holding an organ, thankfully. I get close enough to him, to hear his slight whispers. I'm unable to make any of them out, so I lean forward, allowing my ear to get dangerously close to his face. "Run." I pull away quickly, mentally debating whether or not to listen to him. "Run, Sam. Run." This time his voice comes out loudly and echoes through my head. I do what I'm told and start running, only to wake up in my bed. Son of a bitch. I can't remember a time when I had nightmares, let alone this vivid. And if I were gonna start having them, you'd think that they'd be a little easier to explain; like getting chased by Demo-Dogs or getting trapped in the tunnels or watching those things kill my friends. I don't know. Something more on brand with my living nightmare. And what the hell does 'run' mean? Run from what? Or who? None of it makes any sense. When I check the clock it's five thirty in the morning.
I get out of bed, wearing shorts and a tank top, and toss on some sneakers, deciding to go for a run. I climb out my window, to avoid waking anyone else up, and the second my feet hit the ground, I'm moving, fast. I run about a half a mile, stopping to watch the sunrise. I turn around and shortly into my run back home, something blocks my path, the man from my nightmares is in front of me. I stop short, falling to the concrete, scraping my elbow. "What do you want from me!" I shout at the figure before me. He vanishes and I'm left laying in the middle of the road, wide awake, realizing that my mental state is worse than I thought. My mind is so fractured that my nightmares are affecting my reality. I walk back to my house as quickly as possible, flashes of the man popping up everytime I turn a corner. Back in my room, I sit at my desk, and begin to tap my fingers against the wood almost rhythmically, zoning out. A knock on my door, removes me from my thoughts. "Yeah?" I question. The door swings open, revealing Griffin. Confusion washes over me, as I turn to check the time, which reads; '8:03 am.' Still too early for him to be here. "The fact that you're awake right now is seemingly more confusing than why you're in my house."
"Well, I never went home or to sleep. That's the only reason why I would ever be awake at this ungodly hour." He explains, dramatically. "And I need to talk to you."
