Sooner Than Expected

Chapter 2 - The Dream

I hadn't slept at all, playing my dream again and again. He was back for me. It had been six hours since I woke up. I had been scanning my brother's thoughts to see if he was having the same dream as me or a similar one, but instead he was dreaming about the football team. Guys.

It was nine o'clock and nobody was up. This was stressing, I had to tell my brother but I wasn't going to wake him up. After discussing with myself about what to do next, I got up and went into my bathroom. I was all sticky with sweat so I took a shower. As hot water hit my body, my muscles relaxed. I hadn't even noticed they were so tense. I closed my eyes and breathed in through my mouth, calming myself down. This wasn't the first time. He had already come after us for a couple of times. I guess I was really scared. I didn't want to leave any of this. I had been in this school for a couple of years and I had really got used to everything. My friends, the school, the teachers, the town. When I thought I had finally come across the place where my life could be normal —or as normal as my life could be— he comes back.

I went out of the shower and wrapped myself in a purple towel. I heard someone's thoughts pretty much screaming

"WTF? Hailey always has to get up so early! I swear one day I'll cut off the water" Justin thought

I rolled my eyes. My brother, always so caring.

I went out of the bathroom and pulled myself into white skinny jeans and a purple T-shirt that said 'I don't like the way you say my name' in white letters. I slipped my feet into black knee-lengthed, high heeled boots and went to the kitchen. I kept hearing what Justin was thinking, still cursing, this time directed towards the bed sheets, which he had tripped over on his way to the door. I took out a granola bar and ate it in three bites. I sat down on one of the chairs at the dining room and waited for my brother to come down. Knowing that he was going to take his time, I took out my phone and started playing games, trying not to think about him. I knew that if I got really pissed off or stressed other people could hear my thoughts, just as if I was talking to them; the only thing was that I wasn't moving my mouth. That was why my mum took me to yoga classes when I was younger, to be calm.

"Justin" I said, as he was entering the kitchen

He jumped a little when he heard me, not expecting me to be here. He didn't answer. He sat down across me and looked intently at the fridge. It opened its door and the juice went flying across the kitchen to end up in Justin's hands. Yeah, my brother could move everything he wanted, from a simple juice to fire. He could make wind slow down or fire become bigger. He drank directly from the brick. That's why I never drank anything from bricks at home. And my parents wandered why, if they only knew.

"Gross, Justin. You could take out a glass"

"Nah, too much effort"

I shook my head, knowing that it was no use on arguing with him. So I just cut to the chase "Justin, I saw him" I said closing my eyes, trying to hear his thoughts better

He nearly choked. A million of words passed through his head in less than thirty seconds. "You what?!"

"I've dreamt with him again, and we know how my dreams are almost every time right"

"Tell me about your dream" He demanded

I pulled myself back into the chair, playing for the hundredth time my dream "He was chasing me. I could hear his footsteps. I turned on a corner trying to gain advantage but it didn't work. I kept running and turned again on another corner, and that's when I walked right into an alley. He put a knife against my neck, pressuring. And then I woke up" I listened intently to his thoughts

He was shocked. "This is even harsher than your last dream" He was too shocked to talk "We have to talk with mum and dad" He thought

"But what if he's too near now for us to make our escape?" I asked