The nightmare [Ziall] **ON HOLD**

Prologue

"Help me, Zayn!" I hear a voice, begging. I hurry to the place from where I heard the noise. I'm not thinking clear and my body is shaking. The closer I'm getting, the darker it gets. I'm scared, but that doesn't matter anymore. All that matters is that boy who needs help. Behind a tree, I see a blond little boy, about 6 years old. By the way he talked -more like screamed- I could tell he was Irish. An Irish little boy, scared and alone.But what is it that makes him so afraid? I hurry towards him, but it seems like I'm not getting any closer. He is taken away from me.

"No!!" it's all i manage to say. In what seemed like a second, the boy disappeared from the view, leaving me all alone, laying on the ground.

"No!!" I repeat, but this time it's different. I'm not in that forest or garden or whatever. This time I'm in a bed. It takes me a while until I finally realise where I am. In my room. In my bed. At home.

It was a dream.. Just a dream. It felt so real, though. I'm all sweaty and i'm shaking, but there's nothing I can do about it.

What is it with this dream? It's the fifth time I'm having it. Why do I keep thinking about this mysterious boy? This has to be just my imagination, bitching around. Yeah, that has to be it.

What scares me the most is the fact that all these seem so familiar. His voice, his hair, his begging eyes... It's like I've met him before somewhere.. but where?

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Okay guys this is just an idea I've had for a while and i decided to write it. This is just the prologue, so I'll be writing more soon. :) Tell me what you think!