Whats happening? Where am I? I thought to my self. I knew this couldn't be real. Maybe it's a dream. I continue walking and look around. Just then, a crowd of people push their way through me, and I saw one person in a corner, kneeling down beside someone. I could tell that someone was dead. I saw the blood pouring down the sidewalk, and to my feet. I run over to the dead body and freeze in my place.
It was Ethan. The young girl kneeling down beside him was me. Six year old me. I didn't know what to do but cry. I sat beside him, wiping the tears from my face and letting my head fall to his chest. The little me started running away to hide, but I stayed.
"I'm so sorry, Ethan," I whispered in his ear. "I love you."
I knew I couldn't stay. I had to find a way out of this.
I looked back at Ethan - tears welling back up in my eyes. I hated seeing him like this. His eyes were had lost all of their color, and his skin, was pale white. It reminded me of snow. It reminded me of when we were kids. We used to build snowmen together, and have snowball fights. We would act like mom and dad, in a life or death battle.
I couldn't hold them back any longer. I let the tears flow from my cheeks, and I kiss Ethan's bloodied cheek.
"Snap out of it!" I yell to myself. I needed to find help. I needed to find my dad. I had to see him. he'd know what to do.
I ran through the streets, almost falling onto my face as I stumbled on a giant pothole.
I finally reach my fathers home, looking at the peeling paint on the sides of the of the walls.
Now this was home.
I ran into the old house, as a long, horror movie like creak followed behind me.
I looked around the small house, but it was silent, as if not a single sound has ever passed through.
"Dad?" I call out, but got no answer.
I slowly walked up the old stairs, terrified of what I would see, but my terror immediately fled out of me as I look at my father, sitting on the wooden floor.
"Dad!" I ran to him; my arms wide open. But, I look back at him, to see him not reacting to a single thing.
Oh.
I should've known. This is all a dream.
No. It's a nightmare.
I could feel the tears well up in my eyes, and my body slowly getting weaker. I crawl over to my father, and sit across from him. I look into his beautiful hazel eyes, and he slowly raised his head right to mine. He looked worried; confused.
"Dad?"
"Sora! You need to go!" He yelled. I just sat there, in shock. He put his hands on my cold face and looked me in the eyes in a way he never has before.
"They're looking for you... They want to kill you. You need to run. Run away!"
I looked at him, my words trapped in the very back of my throat.
"What about... Jax?" I knew I couldn't leave Jax. I could never.
"You need to go!" He said.
It was as if he couldn't hear me. He could only see me. I closed my eyes, attempting to hold back the tears.
As I opened my eyes once again, my father was gone - and I was back in Jax's warm bed. I could feel my heart pounding out of my chest, and I could still feel the tears in my eyes.
I sat up, only to be knocked back down by dizziness and nauseousness. I tried again, holding back the chunks in my throat. The dizziness soon faded and I stood. I looked around the room, but I was alone. A cold chill ran up my spine and I shivered.
I walked out of the room, and it was even colder. I looked to the door; wide open. I cautiously walked to the open door, and peeked outside. I sighed in relief to see Jax, sitting in the middle of the snow.
"Jax?" I said softly.
He turned quickly and greeted me with a warm smile.
"You're awake," he said. "You okay?" His smile slowly faded into a worried frown. I didn't know that it was so obvious.
"Yeah. I'm fine," I lied.
I could tell he saw right through me.
"Sora?" He got up and hugged me tight. "What happened?"
I felt the tears welling in my eyes, and I couldn't hold them back anymore. I sobbed into his warm chest, as he kissed my head gently. I could tell he cared. He held me like I was a bird with a broken wing.
"Tell me what happened."
He lead me inside and sat me down on the cold couch. He sat beside me and held my hand.
It was like my mouth was sewn open. I couldn't speak. It was as if I was saying everything in my mind but nothing could come out.
"My dad..." I attempted to say. My voice was shaky and I could tell I already sounded crazy. "He was trying to give me a message. He was trying to warn me about something."
Jax looked confused, "About what? There's nothing to worry about."
"He told me to leave. He told me that I need to leave," I spat out.
Jax's face turned frightened as he looked at me. "But Sora, we're safe here. I promise. It was just a dream-"
"Just a dream?!" I interrupted, "Jax, don't you think these 'dreams' mean something? Maybe something is going to happen to us! Maybe these are signs!"
I was pissed. He knew how upset I was, but he didn't seem to care.
"Sora, calm down. It's not a big deal," he said, every word coming out of his mouth making me more furious than ever.
"Not a big deal?! God, Jax! Can't you understand for one second!" My words came out in mumbled blobs. I was never this mad at Jax.
"Sora..." He began.
"Ya know what, Jax? Fuck you! I don't need you! I'm done with all this shit!!" My blood was boiling now. I was about to hit him right in the face. As I tried to walk out, Jax grabbed my arm and pulled me back.
"You can't leave..." He said through clenched teeth.
I was terrified. His grip on me tightened so much that I could feel it leaving the red mark.
"Jax, what are you doing?" I didn't want to look into his eyes. I felt like if I did, I'd turn to stone.
"You don't want to leave me, Sora..." His furious frown turned into a murderous grin. "You'll regret it."
My mind was flooded with thoughts. What the hell was happening?? I tried to pull away from him as fast as I could, but it was too late. In a flash, he pinned me to the floor and held a gun to my head.
"You still want to leave?" He asked, his smile growing.
Everything was flashing by. What was he doing? I thought I trusted him. I felt the tears well up in my eyes, but help them back quickly. I couldn't find the will to fight back...
Was I going to die? Was I going to be killed my someone I loved?
