Rebecca was just a 14 year old, soon to be 15, girl who was loved by all.
She was very popular amongst others and couldn't even hurt a fly.
One day, all this changes when she gets kidnapped.
She'll soon realize that sometimes life is a yes or no sit...
Nicco seems nice. She doesn't judge or anything so that's good.
"Markiplier sounds amazing. What about JackSepticEye? You were going to talk about him, too," Lissy says.
"Well, he's Irish. He has green hair, but was originally brown. He's super loud but that's what makes him 'him'. He has a girlfriend named Wiishu. And Markiplier and him are best friends mainly."
"He sounds amazing. All the gamer's you named sound amazing. Markiplier, JackSepticEye, Cryaotic, PewDiePie, CinnamonToastKen. When we leave this place can you show us them? Like, all of them?"Lissy asked.
"Of course," Nicco replied, smiling.
Lissy seems more interested in these gamer's than I am. I think I'll like Tyler Oakley, Joey Graceffa, or ThatcherJoe. Those are some others that Nicco mentioned.
"Hey," Rebecca says when she walks up to us.
"Hey Beck. How was your talk with Noah?" Nicco asks.
"Fantastic. Hey, do you care if I lay down and take a nap? It's been a long day and I'm really tired."
"Why don't we all just go to bed?" Nicco suggests.
"Yeah, lets do that," Lissy responds for all of us.
We all lay down and fall instantly asleep.
There's my pet unicorn! (A/n: this is in Halle's dream btw)
(Rebecca's POV)
*in her dream*
He's chasing me. The man wearing nothing but black. Why is he doing this? What have I ever done?
The ground is wet and soggy. My feet become really muddy, for I am wearing no shoes or socks. I almost tripped and fell a few times but I gained my balance.
He's holding something in his hand. A shiny piece of metal. Is it a knife? A dagger? Even some sort of weapon? What is it?
My breathing is ragged. My long blonde hair and white dress are flying in the wind. Not the way I want it to, though. I become sweaty and sticky. I have not sweated a day in my life. Now I am. This is way to much. When will he stop chasing me?
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I kept on running until I slipped and fell because the mud was to slippery. I was to weak to get up.
The man came really close to me. He looked into my eyes and I looked into his. Black. That's all I saw.
He took the shiny piece of metal and put it up against my neck. A knife. Like I first thought. He started to press it more against my skin.
'This is it' I think to myself 'This is when I die'
*end of dream*
"Ahh!" I wake up screaming. I had the dream again.
I haven't had that dream since I was six. Now I'm having it again- nine years later.
I can't fall back asleep. I'll dream that nightmare again. I feel my forehead and see that I'm sweating more than I was in the nightmare. I'm crying, also.
