Darling, I'm what goes bump in the night

Dreamland awaits

Chapter 7

Dreamland awaits

So there is no excuse for me not posting for like 6 months. I am so so sorry and to make it up I have finished the whole story and will be posting chapters regularly. I hope you guys enjoy please comment and tell me what you think :)

Chapter song: Sunday Blood Sunday by:The paramore verison.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U_PLbe-OXU8

I'm walking alone in the forest singing softly to myself, I hear a branch snap and look up. There Marshal stands leaning against a tree, smiling at me. I run up and hug him sobbing hard trying to remind myself that this is just a dream.

“Hello Selena.” he calls me by my middle name.

“Marshal, what are you....how are you here?” I touch him face gently.

“It's just a dream Aura, I am still dead.” he says gently.

Something isn't right, he is differen. I can't put my finger on it but there is something wrong. I step out of his arms and back away. His eyes are different they are completely black, he steps toward me and I flinch.

“Who are you?”

He laughs.

“So you aren't as dumb as you seem.” he cackles.

“I will ask one more time, who are you?” I step back more trying to put space between us.

“You don't remember me? It hasn't been that long since we have seen each other.”

He looks at my face.

“I see your face has healed, tell me how long did it take the burns to fade?” He smirks.

My body goes numb.

“Devon?” I crock.

“Bingo we have a winner. I was hoping you would remember me. Although I am disappointed at how long it took you to recognize me.” he frowns.

“Especially after all the fun we had.”

“Fun we had? I was the one being tortured there was no fun in it for me.” I say coldly.

He takes a step toward me and pulls out a knife.

I step back, trip over a tree root and roll my eyes, I would trip over something when I am about to be killed. He advances on me slowly with an evil gleam in his eyes.

“Why darling if I didn't know you better I'd say that your scared.” he says closing in for the kill.

“I'm not afraid of you.” I lift my chin.

He smirks and brings the knife down...

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I jerk awake with a scream, I'm covered in sweat, my legs are tangled in my blankets and tears run down my cheeks.

Honeybunch, Nick, Ky and Chogan run into my room.

“What's wrong?” Honeybunch comes to sit next to me on the bed.

“Devon is back and haunting my dreams!” I sob.

She puts her arms around me a rocks back and forth.

“What did he say?” she asks gently.

“He didn't really say much but he did try to kill me again.” I run my hands through my hair.

I get off the bed, grab a pair of short and a shirt and walk to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me and locking it. I shed my clothes and start the shower, turning the water on hot. I can hear them talking about me but I ignore them.

 I walk over the sink and brace my hands on the edge. I stare at the mirror, my hair is messy, and my body covered in sweat glistens. I touch the tattoo on my stomach; the butterfly surrounded by vines stands out bright blue against the green of the vines. I study myself closely, I was always pretty, but now I think I'm too pretty.

 My eyes to bright, and exotic, my hair to shiny and straight, and my skin flawless in every way. I laugh humorlessly here I am perfect, other girls would kill to look like this but I don't want to look this way. Tracing my hands over my body I remember the scars that once covered it.

 The scars have long faded but the memories haven't. Steam swirls around the mirror and the image of Devon appears, I jump back and hit my head on the wall. The image fades an instant later and I sink to the floor. I would be sure I was going crazy if I didn't know Devon had the power of illusion. I stand and walk over to the shower, the water is scolding hot but I force myself in and quickly adjust to the temperature.