A Second Chance

Chapter 6

This time I remembered what I dreamed about. It was my dad. It wasn't exactly a nightmare but it wasn't a good dream either. He was trying to tell me something but I couldn't understand him. His mouth was moving as if he were talking but nothing was coming out.

'Dad I can't understand you!' I screamed.

I tried to read his lips but it made no sense to me.

'What are you saying?'

He continued to keep talking as if I never said anything. I looked around trying to make sense of what was going on. When I looked back he was right in front of me. He grabbed my arms hard.

'Jade you need to listen to me. He's coming. You need to run. He can't catch you because if he does-.' he got cut off by something. Something grabbed his throat from behind. I looked in terror at my father's face. 'Run!' he screamed before whatever had him by the throat tore his throat open and I watched as blood sprayed at my face and everywhere around me. I could see the blood-soaked his clothes as the light faded from his eyes.

'Dad!' I screamed with tears running down my face.

'You should have listened to your father,' a deep loud voice said with a dark evil laugh. I watched as a creature took my father's dead body in front of me and ripped him in half. I screamed yet no noise made its way out of my throat.

I felt myself being shaken and I could hear someone yelling. My eyes shot open. Derek was over me with a very concerned look on his face.

"What?" I asked groggily.

"Jade. You were crying and screaming."

"Oh," I wasn't surprised after what I saw in my nightmare.

"Do you remember what you dreamt of?"

"Yes," I whispered.

"What was it that had you so scared that you started screaming?"

I turned on my side. The images of my father's throat being torn out and then ripped in half were still crossing my eyes like I was watching it on replay.

"I'm gonna go take a quick shower. I'll be right back," I whispered slowly slipping out of the bed.

"Jade," was all he could say before I quietly shut the door behind me.

I turned the shower on but didn't step in yet. I used the bathroom quickly before undressing and stepping into the pouring hot water. I didn't need to shower I just needed to vent quietly. I sat on the shower floor crying. I was trying to be as quiet as I could so Derek couldn't hear me. The images were on replay in my head. What my father warned me about before the creature tore my father apart before my eyes terrified me. I don't even know what it is, let alone why it wants me of all things. I'm nothing special.

After sitting on the shower floor for about an hour I decided it was time for me to get up. I stopped crying a while ago. My body was in shock. The hot water seemed to help me come out of the shock quicker.

When I looked at myself in the mirror I was probably the second palest I've ever seen myself, the first being the night I died. My eyes were puff and bloodshot making my green eyes against my dark brown hair stand out. I quickly dried off and put my pajamas back on. I rarely do lazy days but today I needed one. It's been one thing after another. I haven't even been where for two weeks and everything has gone to hell. When I opened the door from the bathroom Derek was in the kitchen. I looked at the clock on the stove. It was after five in the morning. At least today was Saturday. Derek was making tea. It smelled amazing. I could smell lavender and mint. My favorite kind of tea when I did drink it. Derek didn't say anything. I think he knew I needed more time before I could talk.