We Are Chosen (On Hold)

Chapter 10

-Dream-

Someone was on an operating table. Doctors were rushing in and out of the room. Trying to save the girl. She was dieing. When I looked at her face I gasped.

It was me. I was dieing.

One of the doctors was yelling. But his voice was fuzzy. He pulled out a scalpel and put it to her (well my) stomach.

And I suddenly felt a sharp pain. I clutched my stomach and fell to my knees. I tried to cry out but no sound left my mouth.

So I just sobbed on the cold, hard, floor.

-Reality-

I saw a soft light through my eyelids. I tried to open my eyes but it was like they were glued together. But I finally got them to open.

I couldn't see anything except for a candle on the other side of the room. It was on a candle holder but it was on the floor. Everything else was too dark to see.

My face was wet. I must have been crying because of that awful dream. And I was laying on a floor.

I was so confused. Is this still a dream? Did I fall asleep playing the game? No I remember being grabbed.

I heard a door open and close. I tensed up and backed into the closet corner I could find. I put my knees to my chest and put my head on my knees. If they wanted to kill me I hope they did it quickly.

I was trying to control my breathing and I was sweating like crazy. My heart was beating so loud I was sure whoever it was could hear it.

"Don't be afraid." I heard a male voice say. I tensed up even more. "Come out of your hiding place. I won't hurt you. I promise."

I shook my head even though I knew he couldn't see it. I was so afraid. I clutched myself even tighter.

I heard him pick something up. It was the candle. I knew it was the candle because the light had moved. He was trying to find me. He moved to the side of the room opposite of me. Then he was moving to the other corner. The one that was on the other side of the wall where I was. He would go to my hiding place next.

I made my move. I ran to where I heard the door open earlier. I had grabbed the handle when someone grabbed me from behind.

"There you are." He said as I struggled to get out of his grip. He held me tighter.

I bit, I scratched, and I clawed but nothing was working. His grip was too strong.

I finally gave up and he carried me to the other side of the room. Someone else came into the room.