Possibilities

Alica

I was awoken from my fitful slumber by a loud scream. This scream was unlike any other I had ever heard in my life. This scream, it communicated many emotions, I found my eyes filling with tears, this was the scream of someone who was about to die. As the gut wrenching sound abruptly stopped, I jerked my body up so I was standing up next to Tyler. His matted hair and wild eyes scared me. He looked like an animal who had heard a noise in the woods. "Morgan," I whispered and he nodded. She was probably dead, but we could still hope against hope that she was alive.

For a moment, we just looked at each other, and then something unspoken passed between us. We started walking. Walking in the direction of my probably dead best friend. We followed a stream to the South East for several minutes. The smell of blood made me wrinkle my nose. There was something that had always felt unnatural about the metallic tang. A trampled path led into a clearing where we saw something truly horrible.

Morgan's mangled body slumped in the middle of the clearing. There was blood everywhere. Chunks of flesh were missing from her body and her limbs stuck out at odd angles. I could barely distinguish her face in the mess of gore, and when I found it, I really wished I had never seen it. I really can't go into any further detail. To this day, I am still pained when I think of Morgan. No more would she dance like the breeze, or leap like a lion. Never again would a sound escape her lips.

"No!" I wailed, "It should have been me! This is all my fault! I'm so, so sorry."

Tyler just stood still, staring at the remains of Morgan and said, "We need to get out of here."

I was about to object, but Tyler had already whisked us away. So much for having a proper funeral. We arrived on a beach which was dotted with fisherman's huts. The blue-green ocean's waves lapped at the shore calmly. Wisps of clouds dotted the dark midnight sky and the golden sand just made the scene more perfect. The picturesque landscape only served to tick me off. How could anything in the world be this beautiful without Morgan and Chase? I felt guilty for not even saying farewell to either of them.

I yelled and cursed. Why had sweet, sweet Morgan died, of all people. She could put a positive spin on anything. I needed my best friend. Why hadn't Tyler let me say goodbye to her? I turned to him, fuming, and screeched, "WHY DIDN'T YOU LET ME STAY WITH HER? SHE NEEDED TO HAVE A FUNERAL! I WOULDN'T HAVE LEFT YOU ALONE IN THE JUNGLE TO ROT! SHE. WAS. MY. BEST. FRIEND!" I let out one anguished shriek and took several deep breaths and in a softer, but still furious voice I continued my rant, "You never cared about her! Well guess what? Maybe I don't care about you!" I turned and ran down the beach leaving Tyler standing dumbfounded, all alone.

I ran until I reached a small hut, about a mile down the beach. This one looked as if it had been built more recently. Maybe in the past few days? At the time, I really didn't care much. I was pretty tired from the long sprint I had taken. Slipping inside, I tried to ignore my aching sides and fall asleep. Sleep, what a blissful thing. To let yourself absorb into nothingness and forget, if only for a short time. Unfortunately, my sleep was riddled with dreams

First, I was standing on a cliff. I heard the beating of large wings, but couldn't turn my head to see what it was. I stood completely still until whatever it was pushed me over the cliff.

Then, that dream faded away and I found myself in an office building. For some reason, my name had changed to Daniella. I worked for a children's toy company. I was working with some toddlers to make a safe kind of teething ring. All of them kept swallowing the rings and choking. One by one, they died. My boss, Mr.Larince, came out of his cubicle and screamed, "GO GET IN THE BATHTUB YOU SMELLY BASKET OF DUCKS!" I smiled and hit him on the head with a baseball bat. Afterwards, I did as he said and got in a bathtub. I didn't turn the water on. I. Just. Sat. There. Like. A. Ton. Of. Bricks. Seriously, it was strange. Mr. Larince came in and told me I was doing a great job.

My third and final dream was a bit less nonsensical. While standing in a room which was painted completely blue, I got out a bucket of FGC (Fried Genetically (modified) Chicken) and watched a HG (HoloGram) show. In this series, the extremely stupid people of 2000 attempt time travel. I remembered learning in school that they were the dumbest generation ever. Nothing important happened in that era. They couldn't figure out that time travel is only possible for one person at a time! What idiots!

I woke up some 9 hours later and saw a girl with medium length jet black hair and amber eyes staring at me. She was wearing a black t-shirt and jean shorts. She stared at me with such intensity that I wasn't surprised by the cold, unfriendly tone of voice she spoke in.

"What are you doing here? WHY are you here? Answer me! NOW!"

That's when I noticed the ropes that bound my arms and legs, and the knife in the girl's hand.

AUTHOR'S NOTE
Sorry this was a shorter chapter, like all the other ones. I am trying to make them each about 1000 words. This one only came to about 950 words. Sorry. Hope you like the cliffhanger. I really do enjoy writing them. Yes, most of the characters are based off real people, although I tried to change them a bit (and the names) so don't be weirded out if your character does something you would never do. It is all for the sake of the plot. I am only telling people who they are in the story, just in case someone hates their character and doesn't want anyone to know who they are. If you want to be in the story, just comment! Thanks for reading! Don't forget to vote!