The Hunted.

Dreaming Of You.

She felt this sense of warmth, this sense of relaxation. Something that she has never felt before. A moment when she doesn't have to worry about what's going on in the real world. She was just in her own space, her old room. The purple painted walls, the white dresser that had butterfly stickers on it and her sister's clothes on the ground. The smell of the nail polish lingered in the room. She felt this peace and she was going to keep it.
"You know you have to wake up sooner or later." A voice said. Iris glanced down at her horrible black colored nails. She would think that being trapped in her own head would make things nonrealistic. "Iris." The voice said again.

"I'm not listening to you." Iris sang, leaned against her headboard and closed her eyes. She wanted a dream within a dream but she also wished that this ghost would go away. Iris imagined the world without the voice. Iris opened her eyes, the ghost was still there. Sitting in the rocking chair next to her bed, reading a bedtime story that Iris hasn't seen in ages.
"Your not Channing Tatum," Iris said. Of course, she wasn't. Channing Tatum doesn't have fair skin, perfect bright blue eyes, and the darkest soul. 

"Nope. Just me. Judith." Judith smirked.

Judith slammed the book on the ground. She grabbed a cigarette and placed it between her lips. She turned over to Iris.

"A little help, love?" Judith said in a British accent. Iris looked at the end of the cigarette and thought of the fire, and tobacco burning. Iris concentrated so hard but nothing was happening. "Oh!" Judith said like she had forgotten something. "Your powers don't work here." Judith grabbed the lighter from her back pocket and lit the cigarette. Iris swallowed, she didn't want to ask why and she didn't want to give Judith any attention. Iris looked down at her nails but something was different. She looked at the polish and it was gone. Her nails were clear. Judith leaned forward, taking a drag from her cigarette."Wow, that's a little odd." Judith leaned back in the chair and started to enjoy her cigarette. "Iris I am pissed." Judith strongly said.

"Oh no," Iris said sarcastically. She wasn't scared of Judith. Judith was a friend. A good friend. Judith climbed on top of Iris' bed and slammed her hand on it.

"You erased me from my sister's memory." Judith stared into Iris' eyes until she pulled away. She began to slowly pace the room. "That wasn't very nice." Judith calmed herself down.

"It was for her own good. We were trying to keep her safe!" Iris explained.

"Oh pish pash!" Judith shouted. She walked over to Iris and pointed her index finger in Iris' face. "You did this for you. So you wouldn't feel guilty." Judith smiled like she was insane. Iris took in a deep breath. 

"Fine. That's fine. You can be angry all you want and I'll listen." Iris nodded. "I'll do whatever you want for these short moment because I'm healing. I'm still alive and you're dead." Iris shot back.

"Oh, really?" Judith asked, she quickly lifted up Iris shirt and showed her the wound. It was larger than before, there was infection around the wound. Iris slowly put her shirt down. "Guess you'll be joining me after all," Judith smirked, turning around. "Don't worry, hell's not that bad." Judith laughed. Iris covered her face in embarrassment. She had no idea that it would be like this. She removed her hands and Judith was sitting in front of her.

"Screw you, Judith," Iris said darkly. Judith cocked her head.

"Did I scare you?" Judith poked out her bottom lip.

"What do you want from me?" Iris asked her.

"I want you to get out of bed." Judith's voice was calm, just like the old Judith.  Iris stared at her for a moment, she trusted her but she was scared. Iris listened and stood up from the bed. Iris felt leaves and mud under her feet. She looked down and that's exactly what it was. Darkness overcame her surroundings, she quickly looked up to see that she was in the woods. 
"Iris!" She heard someone yell at her. "Iris!" He yelled again. Iris kept spinning around, trying to find the voice. She felt a hard figure hit her shoulder. Iris fell to the ground. She quickly glanced up and saw someone running, it looked like Island.

"Island?" Iris asked, slowly standing up. She saw the figure fade into the woods.

"Iris!" The voice yelled again. Iris looked at the shadow that was heading her way. Iris quickly picked herself up and started to run towards her sister. It felt like she had been running for hours but finally caught up with her. Iris looked at the steep downfall to nothingness. It seemed like the earth had been split into two. They were on a cliff. She could only see the back of her sisters head. A long trench coat that she was wearing. Iris opened her mouth to speak but it wasn't her voice that came out.

"Iris, just listen to me..." Ian walked up, keeping his distance. Iris turned around to see Ian there. He had tears whelming in his eyes. Iris moved aside, wondering if he was looking at her but he wasn't. He was looking at the girl on the edge of the cliff. A few more steps and she'll fall to her death. Iris didn't understand any of it. Ian took in deep breaths, trying to catch it again. "I don't know what's going on but we can help." Ian took a step closer. "Please." He begged her. The girl turned around, it wasn't Island, it was herself. It was Iris. 

"Come get me, Ian." She said, two steps and she leaped from the cliff, spreading her arms like a bird.

"No!" Ian screamed, leaning against the cliff. He watched as Iris disappeared. Iris felt her chest was going to explode. She turned around, seeing Ian staring into her eyes. They were only inches away from each other. Iris began to panic, everything was moving so fast. 

"We need to talk." It wasn't his voice, it was Judith's. Ian pushed Iris down the cliff, watching her fade into the mist.