A Warped Reality *ON HOLD*

Chapter 8

(Dedicated to AGirlsStoryBook I will love you always ❤️)

I wake up in a cold sweat, my breathing heavy.

At least I'm alive.

I slowly swing my legs out of bed and stop. My entire body aches, especially my shoulder, ankle and stomach. I walk slowly to the bathroom where I can look in the mirror to see if I'm ok.

My hair is a mess. It's tangled and knotted and looks like a creature had just crawled in and died. My skin is still sweaty and I feel altogether gross. I gently place my hand on my stomach, close me eyes, and take deep breaths.

I'm ok I'm ok I'm ok.

I open my eyes and take a quick shower before walking out of my room.

"Good morning Alice!" Devon says cheerfully.
I nod at her before sitting down in front of her at the table. She looks at me over her mug of coffee and then sets it down on the table.

"Are you alright Alice? Did you sleep well?" She asks suddenly turning serious.

"I slept fine," I lie, trying to use the most convincing smile I had. "Thank you."

She looks at me again like she's trying to see through me.

"You're lying," she says finally.

"No I'm no-" I stutter shocked that she could see so easily through me.

"Yes you are," she says casually stirring her coffee. "What did you dream about last night?"

I look down at my folded hands on the table. Should I tell her the truth? What will happen? My mind fights with itself as I try to decide wether or not I should tell her.

"Either way Alice," she says casually. "I'll be able to find out."

It's just a dream right?

"Well I had a nightmare last night," I begin. "I was bound to the floor by my wrist and ankles. I think my left ankle was broken and my right shoulder dislocated. I was there on the ground for a few moments when this horrific demon thing came-"

"What did it look like?" Devon interrupts me drumming her fingers on the table.

"It has really tall. And super muscular. It was also red and scaly. It had horns and claws," I shiver just remembering it.

Devon and I are quiet for a moment as she absorbs the information.

"What color where his eyes?" She asks at last.
"Yellow. A really gross yellow."

I hear a crash behind me and turn to see that Deborah dropped her cup.

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"Deborah?" I ask turning around as she stares at me with a fear stricken face. "Devon what's wrong?"

Devon looks at me and puts her head in her hands and groans loudly.

"What's wrong? Is it this dream I had?"

"Yes and it's actually more than that," Devon says standing up and walking over to Deborah. "Your dream was a vision."