"Aurora." I hear through the door, causing me to squirm inside my grey sheets. I lean my head back against the headboard, pushing my sweaty auburn hair off of my forehead.
"Yeah?" I croak. "Are you alright in there?" My dad asks, his tone panicked. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine." I assure, rolling back over. "You were screaming again, about Keeyan." He says.
"It was just a dream." I explain, more to myself than him. "Okay. Well, I am going to go back to bed." He sighs, causing me to nod. Even though I know for a fact he can't see me.
Ever since my 15th birthday I have been having wicked repetitive nightmares. Every time I closed my eyes images of loved ones dying dance behind my eyelids.
Every time I wake up the same way. A boy will come to me, helping me fight of my attackers before shooting me a small smile. His green eyes would look at me sympathetically before he would place his much larger hand in my shoulder and inform me that: "they are coming."
Whenever I try to ask him who would be coming he leaves, causing me to wake up, alone, and frightened in my small bedroom.
I push myself up, curling my knees to my chest and laying my head on my knees. I wish I had an explanation.
To know why I keep having these repetitive nightmares. I slide my eyes shut. Hoping to talk to Keeyan once more.
Maybe he could give me some answers...
YOU ARE READING
The Underground
Science FictionWhat will happen when Aurora Dixon, your average 17 year old girl, find out she is far from average? Well, not that she is changed, although she is not who she thought she was, not even close.
