Almost Home

Plans and Nightmares

A/N this chapter is dedicated to........ CatalinaBey !
"Kayla," I said to her. It was my first night that I was actually awake and I knew I had to make plans to get out of here. Even if it meant extreme danger, I couldn't live like this! What do you think I am, a bird in a cage? Just something pretty to look at? Well news flash, mister kidnapper man. You can't terrorize my boyfriend into making him do your dirty deeds and put my friends and I in a cage. Because we have feelings too, and you're probably doing all of this for your enjoyment. This must end.
"What?" She asked, rolling over to face me on her cot.
"We need to get out of here," I replied.
"You think I didn't notice that?" She asked.
"I know," I smiled, rolling my eyes, "But we need to make it actually happen. We need to make a plan."
"Well, duh."
"Yeah, but we need to do it now," I said, "I can't stand being stuck in this...this cage! I'm not some pretty bird you look at for entertainment, I'm a living person."
"Now you're talking," she said, "I've been stuck here for four freaking months. I'm ready to get out of this bird cage."
"Okay, so my plan is we get Brian-"
"You call him by his real name?" She asked, cutting me off.
"Of course, he's my boyfriend," I said.
"Well, that would explain the kiss," she murmured just loud enough for me to hear.
"Yeah. Anyway," I continued, "We need to get Brian to break free from his fear that the kidnapper is going to hurt us. This kidnapper probably wouldn't even know if we left. And then, we leave and follow Brian out and back to town, and surprise and shock everyone. Sounds good?"
"Sounds simple," she said.
"A simple plan is a perfect plan!" I chirp.
"Still, how do we know this is going to work," she asked.
"Believing and trusting might actually help," I muttered.
"I heard that," she replied, sassily.
"Still, I think we can make this happen. Are you with me?" I asked, putting my hand towards her.
She smiled, "I'm with you." She put her hand on top of mine.
"Good," I smiled. We put our hands down and threw them up in the air.
"So," she smirked, "I'm guessing you're over Grey, because, of course, this relationship with Brian?"
"I am so over Grey. He actually started texting me about a week ago, and even showed up at my house, but I told him off," I smiled, "With the help of a kiss from Brian."
"You're moving faster than you did with Grey than with Brian," she pointed out, "You didn't kiss Grey until you had dated for two months."
"One, it feels more right with Brian than with Grey," I said, "And two, I'm not comparing my relationship with Brian than with Grey. It is too different to even be compared."
"Well, good night, Sarah," she smirked.
"Good night," I smiled. She flipped off the light and I fell into a dream.
I was running wildly through the woods. The moonlight shone softly through the trees as I sprinted along. I could hear it chasing me. "Come back!" It called out, "I'm not done with you!" It was obviously a man. I expertly dodged roots and branches. I didn't know why I was running, but I did know I was afraid by the adrenaline pumping though my veins. I turned my head to see if he was close behind me, he was. And it was Brian. Before I could even comprehend anything and turn my head back around, I tripped on a root. I face planted into the mix of dirt, pine cones, and pine needles, feeling my face scratch. I picked up my head feeling extremely dizzy and woozy.
I turned and saw Brian's face. Blood streaked on his cheeks like war paint as he held up a knife. "Don't worry, it will be done quick. But it won't be painless," he said, evil coursing through his voice. He brought up the knife and stabbed it into my side. Pain exploded in my side and I screamed only to be stopped by Brian's hand. We were now somewhere else, my living room. "Don't cry," he said, tears in his eyes, "I'll call the hospital." He grabbed a phone and dialed 911 and talked to the receptionist. I could still feel a burning pain in my side. I touched my side and felt warm liquid. I pulled my hand away and saw it was blood. I had been shot. The scene then changed to darkness, and I could hear Brian's voice ringing through my ears, "Which one is actually me?"
I woke up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily, my eyes extremely wide. Which one is he really?