THE CRY OF SWAN SONG - sokeefe

Chapter 28 : ??? POV

A/N: 

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I lay sleeping in my bed, her breaths deep and even. The moonlight filtered through the window, casting an eerie glow on the room. Suddenly, I stirred, as if sensing something lurking in the shadows.

I heard screams from the room next to me. I dismissed them as dreams....

But I couldn't shake the ominous feeling that something was very wrong.

I laid my sleep craving head down and my pillow and floated off to somewhere only my dreams could take me.

But not before feeling a sharp pain in my back, and to hear the painful screams erupt from my mouth, and thick red blood emerge from my lower back.

Run.

My overwhelming sense of panic forced myself from my bed not even daring to look back.

Run. 

I leapt out of my bed and ran, my disoriented self couldn't feel anything but the pain in my lower back. 

Run

I kept running, somewhere. But I couldn'r see and-

Run

Run 

Run. 

I felt sick, and dizzy like I was going to be vomit right here right now, but I forced myself to keep running, I found the nearest door and pounded furiously, not knowing who was inside.

"PLEASE OPEN UP!" I screamed in terror as a dark figure made its way to me, and the scariest part, its feet, they were-

Floating-

"PLEASE" I yelled, tears streaming instinctly down my face. "Please" I whimpered, defeated as I backed into a door, the pain in my back becoming unbearable. 

I slid to the floor covering my eyes.

The mysterious figure laughed as if savoring the my fear. 

It seemed to be playing a game with my, as if relishing in my terror.

The shadow, suddenly, and slowly evaporated as if gone, into vapor.

Just as I started to relax,

I heard a whisper in my ear, a voice that was both familiar and terrifying at the same time. And with that, I knew that I was not safe yet.

Please

Please 

Please

No.

"Run"

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Biana POV:

I shot up, looking around, trying to adapt to my surroundings.

 I was safe, but why did I feel a sinking feeling, someone else wasn't.

I woke up gasping for air, my heart pounding so hard that it felt like it was about to burst out of my chest. It took me a moment to realize that I was back in my own bed, in my own room. 

 I woke up, and the terror was still there. It wasn't a physical presence, but it was there nonetheless. It was the fear that had been haunting me for months, the fear that I was losing control of my life.