Futuristic Repetition

Prolouge

A/N: Hi people! Murrrp0156 here. So my friend New_Found_Grace and I decided to collab on a story. This is it. Picture on the side is Aubriella. And don't forget to read the intro.

Enjoy!

*Raxeira*

"What the hell was that..." I groaned and rubbed my eyes. I pulled my thin blanket over my eyes, refusing to get up.

"That was so ... real." I'd heard of lucid dreaming, sure, but that was more than lucid. That was real.

I threw the blanket off of myself, my body instantly welcomed by the frigid morning air.

Forgot to close the window again, smart one.

I quickly closed the window, and changed into a random pair of jeans and a tighter black hoodie. I began to run out of my dorm until I realized: no shoes.

I looked under my bed for my flats.

"Rax?" I heard my friend, Aubriella, call from outside my door. I went to open the door, and hit my head on the bottom of my bedframe. My door opened as I slipped out from under the bed to see her grinning, holding my cherished Toms in her hands.

Silence.

"I hate you."

"Love you, too, Rax." She stuck her tongue out playfully and handed them to me. I slipped them on and grabbed my bag. "Time for class, let's go."

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"But like, it felt so real, man. Like, I could feel the explosion in my ribs."

"I know, it's crazy. That is some freaky shit, dude. But you need to chill."

"I'm gonna have some serious freaking trauma issues if I keep seeing you get shot every night and feeling myself explode."

"Aww, I'm touched that you care about me. But for real, I think you need to see a doctor of some sorts about that. Like you said, it felt like more than a lucid dream, you could have a heart attack from that. Like, there's real health risks from that type of crap."

"I probably should but-"

"Quiet down, class. If I see any late work from you, Ms. Belvedere, it will be dent in your record."

"Good thing I'm already done, then."

He glared at us then slowly turned back to his computer. Brie and I giggled to ourselves.

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*Aubriella*

After class, I drove us home to the apartment we shared. As soon as I entered the house, I threw myself onto my bed. I laid there in thought, vivid images of recent memories flashing through my head. Rax was having the same vi- no, dream every night. Every night, she dreamt of me getting shot. It didn't make any sense whatsoever. I sat up, and strolled down to my computer, opening it.

Shit. I closed every tab on my computer, suddenly remembering that I was trying to research on Rax's condition. I took a deep breath, and quickly deleted my history.

Jeez, if Rax found out she would kill you. I shook my head, and opened a new window so I could do my homework.

SMACK!

I jumped, falling out of my swivel chair. I looked up, seeing my door had swung open, seeing Rax at the doorway. I glared daggers at her, and she grinned at me innocently.

"You know I'm jumpscare sensitive," I muttered.

"Revenge for the Toms. Love ya too, Brie." She replied. She walked over to my computer, and I prayed that I actually deleted everything.

"Hey Brie?" Crap.

"What's this?" Rax asked as I got up. I swore under my breath, looking at was she was looking at. She knew the restore shortcut. Therefore, she pulled up what I had deleted.

"Rax, list-"

"NO! YOU THINK I'M CRAZY, DON'T YOU?-"

"RAX-"

"DON'T YOU!?"

"STOP!" I yelled in her face, and she simmered down a bit, flames still visible in her eyes as she huffed and crossed her arms. A single strand of dyed white hair fell in her face. I took a deep breath, and sighed.

"Rax, I still think you need to get your condition checked. I barely had any luck on figuring out with whatever is up with the visi- lucid dreams." I tried to reassure her. I hoped she didn't catch my mistake, because I have no absolute proof that she had a vision.

"You know it's more than a lucid dream, Aubriella. The bloody thing may as well be a vision like you almost said." I hung my head in shame. I should have told her in the first place. It's just so... crazy.

"I just don't get it. the same dream over and over for, how long has it been now? Two months? And with such realism... I just find it hard to believe."

"When was the last time I lied to you on a serious subject?"

"No, it's not that I think you are lying, persay, it's just so improbable and confusing. It... it just scares me that it could be a vision - that it could be real."

"I don't know. I'm scared." She sighed and ran her hands through her short hair. "I don't want this to be real."

"I know you don't. It scares you, and it actually scares me for your health." I sighed, taking control over my laptop and closing the window. If only I could help her.

I dragged Rax out of my chair, pulling her over to sit with me on my bed. I slowly scooted closer, and gave her a hug, wrapping her in my hopefully comforting arms.

In an instant, I let out a choked gasp, beginning to hyperventilate. I felt a tug in my chest and my vision flashed into a different reality.

Raxeira stood in front of me, her eyes pleading, her mouth in an 'oh' shape. I heard dampened sounds of screaming as thunder blasted through my eardrums and daggers of pain ripped through my stomach. I collapsed, my head stinging against the cold ground. A last image of my blood-covered hand coming up before my face stung behind my closing eyelids.

I screamed, standing up of the bed. "What was that!?" I cried.

"What was what?" Fear crawled into her dark eyes as she realized what I had seen. "Oh no... You saw it, didn't you?"

My chest was rising and falling rapidly, and if I wasn't already in a frenzy, I would worry about the alarming pounding and dizziness in my head. It felt as if I was having an asthma attack.

"You... you see that every night?" I wheezed between shaky breaths. Rax nodded, worry and fear distinct in her eyes.

"I-Inhaler," I gasped, suddenly feeling the familiar pounding and soreness of my chest. I couldn't stand, my legs continuously shaking. I pointed to my desk, where my inhaler was clearly sitting. Rax shot up from the bed, reaching over to the inhaler. She gave it to me, and I put it into my mouth, pressing on the puff to release the medicine. I took in a deep breath, and my breathing began to slow. It wasn't that bad of an attack, but it could have been worse.

Good thing I don't get these dreams. I would probably die from it eventually. Rax is stronger, but I worry about her. There must be something we can do about it.

I'm only terrified that one morning she won't wake up from that dream.