Dream World

Chapter Three

“What should we do with her?” a voice asks in a hushed tone.

It feels like they are miles away but so close at the same time.

“Shush. Don’t speak so loud or you’ll wake her up” I can hear a girl scold someone.

“Yeah listen to her for once. You always mess things up Damien” I heard another voice say with malice.

He sounds like he could be close to 20 years old. But then again can you really tell someone’s age based on their voice?

“Shut up Carter. You are none the better” a voice whisper-yells. I wince at the sound.

“Guys” another voice says is a cautious tone.

The other three voices seem to ignore him as they do not bother to respond to him. They continue to bicker like small children.

“Guys” he says in a louder voice.

“Guys!” he shouts making me bolt up in the process.

“What Levi” all three voices say in unison, laced with irritation.

“She’s awake” the guy whose name is Levi points to me like I’m an infection.

As I look around I notice that I am back in my room, only this time with four strangers here.

There is a girl, who appears to be 15/16 years old, dressed in a floral dress with indigo takkies. Her golden blonde hair is flowing down her back and some strands caress her face in an innocent way.

The look of shock in her olive eyes confuses me as she is in my room and not the other way around.

“Hey Charlotte. I’m Jenevie” she steps closer to my bed with her right hand extended towards me for a hand shake.

Her nails are painted in a pastel blue. A black band hugs her wrist with her name engraved on it.

I look at her confused that she knows my name. Did I hit my head really hard or something? Or am I still dreaming?

Confused, I pinch my arm. Yeah nope that definitely hurt. My hand rubs the spot I pinched. This is so not a dream. So if this is not a dream, then who on earth are these people?

I slowly slip my hand in hers and give it a light shake. Her hand is about the same size as mines although, hers is slightly more rough.

What could a sweet and innocent looking girl like her could possibly be doing that her hands is rough? Well either way that is not my problem. Heck, it is the least of my problems right now.

“Hey I am Levi”, the guy who woke me up earlier presents.

His golden hair falls over his green eyes blocking his sight a bit. His round face makes him look like a potato. Scratch that, he has a face that only a mother could love.

His lime green sweater looks to be a size to big on his body but it seems to compliment his light skin tone. His light grey sweat pants looks like an offset white that falls over his pineapple socks. Wait, where is his shoes?

“I’m Carter” another guy familiarizes.

His honey brown eyes look so familiar but I can’t seem to pinpoint where I saw them before. The random white lines on his black hoodie make them seem unwanted.

The big patches of his navy blue ripped jeans leaves his hairy legs exposed to the naked eye. His socks are what draw my attention though. Black socks enclosed with red skulls making them look ominous.

My eyes then drift to the last guy. I believe his name is Damien. He is standing at the far right corner of my room.

His sharp eyes seem to be following my every single move. With eyes so dark, they could pass as black. He has this mysterious aura about him.