Trapped

"I'm dreaming but at the same time I'm not dreaming... She is there. I can't see anything but.. somehow.. I know she is there. I can feel her.. hear her screaming... She's stuck but I cant get to her"

"You can get to her. You have to try Charles. Try to get to her! Don't give up now,"

"Oh no... OH N-- GET ME OUT OF HERE! PLEASE! I DON'T.. I CAN'T WATCH HER DIE PLEASE STO--"

Charles is awakened by the snap of the therapist's finger. He is back in her gray, dull office. He glances around only to see the same china figures that look 100 years old and like they haven't been dusted in just as long.

"I think that's enough for today Charles. You did much better tod--"

"No I didn't. I did the same as I do every week. Terrible. This isn't working and the nightmares aren't going to stop. There's no use in doing this." Charles gets up and storms out of the therapist's office slamming the door behind him with such fury he knocks a china figure off of one of the shelves surrounding the door. Charles gets into his 1960 Corvette Stingray and starts the car only to stare out of the window at a black figure that stood out in the busy parking structure. It just stood there. Charles felt like he knew the figure but just as soon as he saw it.. it was gone.

"The hell..?"

"CHARLIE BABY! I'VE MISSED YOU! YOU NEVER CALLED BACK I GOT WORRIED! HOLD ON, HERE I COME,"

Yelled a girl covered in Hot Pink. Her purse, hair, contacts, high heels and cell phone were all hot pink. She was Charles' one-night stand who would never give up. At that moment, before she could even take a step, he sped off out of the parking structure and out onto the California Expressway to a place he called home.

His house wasn't much. He wasn't poor but not rich either. He was well off. He lived in a rented loft in Malibu, California with a Kitten named Professor Jenkins. Professor Jenkins greeted Charlie at the door with a long meow that meant he wanted food. Not a greeting. Typical PJ.

"Well Hello to you to kitty."

said Charles with sarcasm apparent in his voice. He collapsed on the couch and eventually drifted into a deep sleep. He had been having nightmares lately and not geting much sleep at night.

It was dark.

I'm here again. I know it's a dream but I cant wake up. I can feel her near me again. She is closer this time though. How'd she get here? Where is "here" anyway?

"You're in limbo. You visit here everytime you sleep. Kinda creepy. For some reason you're always screaming about me dying... Just know I'm already dead. So shutup."

"Wha-- "

"I'm Stephanie. And you are..?"

Charles stood there staring at the girl who looked too real to be dead. This couldn't be happening. It must be some kind of joke. She has pale skin and Fire Red hair that looks like it's dyed. Her green eyes make him want to melt into his shoes. She's gorgeous.

"Hi Charles. Thank you for the compliment and No, my hair is not dyed. I tried that and it made my hair break out so I've never tried it since then. And no, this isn't a joke. I'm not entirely dead though.. yet."

"So you can read my mind too?"

"Out of all this, and you ask if I can read your mind? Dense , you are. I like you."

"You don't even know me."

"I know more about you than you know about yourself."

"Like what?"

"Where is your birthmark Charles?"

"Ha! I don't have one!"

"Check your right elbow."

Charles lifts his arm and turns it over to find a dark spot on the very tip of his elbow. If he hadn't have known to look for it. he would've never noticed it.

"Dammit. Okay, well why have I been coming here everytime I dream? Since you know EVERYthing."

"That's the one thing I haven't been able to figure out. I've gone ove-- Stop thinking about me topless Charles."

"I wasn't!"

"I can read your mind."

Charles folded his arms over his chest like a 5 year old who didn't get what he wanted.

Bitch

"What did you just call me??"

"Huh..? I didn't call you anything.."

Ugh I swear men are SUCH douchebags"

"I am NOT a douchebag. Why are you calling me names? What'd I ever do to you?

"Calling you names?? I never said anything!"

"Well ya sure did think it.."

"And how would you kn-- OMG. We can communicate in our minds! Say something in your head and I'll tell you what you said. GO."

Potatoes

"You said potatoes.."

Flower

"You said flower.."

BOOGITYBOOGITYBOO

"Seriously? BOOGITYBOOGITYBOO..?"

OMG I don't even have to talk!

"Oh whatever. You're about to wake up. Please dont scream, this may hurt a bit but it's to protect you. "

"Whatever let's g-- It may hurt? Wait I don't know i--"

Charles is stabbed with a knife in the leg. He then wakes up in his bed sweating and sticky. When he got up and glanced to see blood all over his leg, he collapsed. Before he went unconscious, He heard his father calling in and coming in to catch him before he falls.

Okay.. So this is my first story and I dont know how it is so just roll with me. Comment, Vote, Like or whatever. I'm kind of new to Wattpad. :) Thanks!!