Have You Changed?

Chapter 3

Gasping for my breath, I tried to run. I was having an Anxiety attack from the fear flooding inside of me. The fear taking over my breathing, I collapsed to the cold ground. I tried to get up as fast as I could, looking behind me to see darkness nothing but the moon to give me light. I managed to get up off the ground and looked back once again. I saw him. He was running after me once again. I sprinted my fastest but still gasping for air. He grabbed my shoulder pulling me to the ground and I saw a silver piece of metal in his hand. A knife. He pulled his arm back about to stab me in my side. Just before it hit me, the man in all black was pulled away from me and was now being beaten by another man. all I could do was sit there on the ground trying to catch my breath again because of the shock. I watched as the unknown man beat the man who tried to kill me, then he got up and ran away from the unknown man with fear. The darkness made it impossible to tell who had possibly saved me, or wanted me all for themselves... The unknown man started to walk towards me. I started to panic more again and scooted away from him on my butt because I still didn't have enough breath to actually get up and run. As the man came closer to me it was becoming easier to see there facial features.

"Oh my God are you okay??" They yelled.

"W-ha.w-who?" I stuttered out.

They came close to me and I could now see who this man was. Peter. it was Peter who had just saved me.

"P-Peter??" I questioned, starting to get my breath back.

"It's okay Juls, just breath.." he said kneeling in front of me with his hand on my shoulder and looking straight into my eyes.

I got my breathing under control with the help of Peter. His soft touch was so comforting. Peter helped me get up and he just looked at me and I looked at him.

"Juls?.." He asked quietly.

"Yeah.." I whispered still looking in his eyes.

Peter started to lean in to me, his lips so close to mine I leaned in and...

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*

"OH MY GOD!" I shot up in my bed awoken by my alarm. holy shit... what kind of fucked up dream was that?! I thought to myself. Why the actual fuck would I dream of Peter, my best friend about to kiss me?! Oh god, that was weird. I got up and jumped in the shower and thought about my dream a little more. I jump out of the shower go into my room and get dressed for school. As I'm doing my hair there's one thing in the back of my mind. Peter... But it was obviously nothing. It was just a dream, right?