I knew he was following me. I could feel it.
I turned around but I saw nobody but I knew that somebody was there. I started walking faster on the sidewalk.
I was slowly picking up the speed and I was speed-walking with my head down. I turned around again to see if he was there and nobody was. It was just the road and the houses in the neighborhood.
I turned back around and started running.
I knew somebody was following me, I just knew it.
There was no way that I was imagining it, because I could hear footsteps behind me.
I started running as fast as I could until the footsteps stopped.
I turned around and placed my hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath. I looked around and saw nothing and no one... Until I turned around and bumped into him.
The black shadowy figure was standing right in front of me. So close that I could almost see right through him.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, through my breaths.
"I am here to warn you. Hexxafus is coming. For all of you," he said.
"Who the hell is Hexxafus? And why is he coming for us?" I asked, stepping back a bit so I could get a better view of him face.
He looked so familiar. I knew who he was, the name was on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn't just quite put my finger on it.
"Hexxafus is coming. For all of you," the shadowy figure said in a deep voice before elbowing my back, making me collapse to the ground.
I laid on the concrete in pain, not paying attention to where the shadow went.
I heard a door open and I heard Shawn's voice. I couldn't understand what he said, because I was too busy screaming and jolting up out of my hospital bed.
I looked around the whole room and I saw the time was three am.
But the first thing that came into my mind was, "Why am I in the hospital?"
A nurse came sprinting in. Her hair a mess, and her bags under her eyes so darks that they could be like the shadow I always see.
"Are you okay?" She said, running up to the end of my bed and checking the clipboard on it, writing down something on the paper.
"Yeah, just a nightmare. I get them a lot," I said, placing my hand on my forehead.
"Are they usually this bad?" She asked.
"Yeah, this one wasn't even that bad though," I said, punning my hand in my lap and folding both of them together to try and calm myself.
"Have you talked to your doctor about it?" She asked, scrunching up her nose and pushing her eyebrows in together.
"Yeah I have to go to therapy now, I have been having the dreams for like 3 weeks now," I said.
"You said you're going to therapy?" She asked.
"Well I haven't gone yet, but I've signed up for it. I'm supposed to start going next week," I said, laying on my back.
"Okay, but after a few weeks that you've gone and your still having the dreams, come back into the hospital and we could give you some medicine and probably find out what is causing the dreams," the nurse said, putting the clipboard down and walking outof the room after telling me o get some rest and turning off the lights.
