Chapter 20
I usually had control of my dreams. I always chose beautiful places, like an
island, or a dinner with whatever crush I had. But this dream started out
weird. I was sitting on a log, staring at a girl with stormy gray eyes. She was
about seventeen years old. Her blond hair was pulled into a tight bun. She
just looked at me, her gaze fierce. I tried to stand but a force held me back. I
fought at it but it was strong. I felt it press the tip of a blade in my back. I
screamed. The blade dud deeper until the hilt was left. The force let me go
and I fell on the ground. And as I closed my eyes, I felt my spirit leave my
body.
...
I sat up gasping. My head had a sheet of sweat, and my hands felt clammy.
My stomach cramped and I ran out of my cabin to the woods. I collapsed on
my hands and knees, puking. I groaned. Even with what food in my stomach
was gone, it still hurt. I felt my back, where the blade had been pressing and
sighed in relief when nothing was there.
It was just a dream. Don't be so dramatic Hazel.
I slowly got to my feet and walked back to my cabin. All my strength was
gone. I was sick. I stumbled and almost fell if it weren't for Dodge. He
appeared out of nowhere and grabbed my wrists. Keeping me from falling.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Yes, probably something I ate didn't agree with me." I said. My stomach
seemed to get better, and I stood straight. "I'm okay now."
He studied me. "Are you sure?"
"Yes." I said as I moved around him. "I'm going back to bed." I noticed it was
dark out. Probably one in the morning. I was exhausted.
"Okay, can I come in?" He asked.
I reluctantly nodded. Why would he want to come in my cabin? He followed
me in and he sat down on my bed. I sat next to him and waited for him to
speak. I didn't wait long.
"We haven't found him yet. I mean sure its only been like six hours, but we
usually find people by now. Its like he just vanished. Poof, gone. We picked
up a trail west, but a mile into it, it disappeared. Ben is nervous, everyone is.
No one has any idea how he could of ran of so fast, or where he went. Its
scary." He rushed. His face turned red. "Sorry I'm babbling. Its just... we're
all nervous."
"I can tell. Its all my fault isn't it." I said burying my face in my hands.
"NO! It isn't. He's just been real upset. I mean sure he's always hated his
brother. And I don't mean brotherly hate, I mean full on rage between those
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