I'm really looking forward to writing this one, I saw something like this on an advert and wrote the title straight away, and started writing...
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LUKE'S P.O.V...
It was gaining on me. I knew it. It could smell my fear. Even I could. The gap between us was shortening every second. Every single limb in my body was trembling with fear. I could hear him panting like a dog right in my ear. The whole world felt like it was closing in on me. He jumped; two cold, peircing fangs entering the moist skin of my neck. The pain was immense. Everything went black...
I jumped out of bed, completely drenched in sweat. I stared at my alarmclock and sighed. 10:00am. Raining. I didn't mind the rain so much, and skiving off school was great, but the the thing that reallly bothered me was the nightmare. I'd been having loads of them recently. You think it's not so bad, but there's one thing that's just freaky about it. They're all about the same thing - Death. There was only one thing I could do...
Call Sian.
Sian is my all time best friend. In fact, she is a lot more like my sister. We fight. We argue. But we love each other. She is really pretty and all the boys pretty much fall at her feet. But not me. I just don't think she's my type of girl. That, I guess, is what makes us such great friends. Brother/Sister friends. We share everything with each other. Including secrets. The thing is, she is the only person that actually listens to me, takes in what I say about the nightmares, understands, cares. I talk to my Mum and she just won't take it seriously enough. "It's just a silly little nightmare, honey," is what she would always say. But when I'm talking to Sian, I feel like I'm almost talking to myself; talking to my concience.
