Supernatural

Chapter One-Just Silly Dreams

"You've got to save him."

I'm in a dark alley. Brick walls stretch up into the night sky and trash litters the asphalt. Dark green dumpsters lay haphazardly against both walls, producing a slight stench. I'm standing beside one of them watching a scene unfold in front of me.

Two men roll across the alley; obviously interlocked in combat. Every now and then I hear grunts and thumps as fists connect with flesh. I crouch in my spot beside the dumpster. I want to help but fear keeps me paralyzed; I taste it. Tastes like metal.

There was a tall man slumped against the opposite wall, seemingly unconscious. Hopefully just unconscious. There was a long silver knife not far from me, but all I could do was stare at it.

I don't know who the bad guy is here. I don't know anything that's going on! I sit there inwardly panicking while these men fight tooth and nail for the upper hand. A single tear slides slowly down my cheek in frustration.

"You have to save him." A voice repeats. But who? How? One of the men finally gains the upper hand and I see the flash of a knife before hearing the swipe of a sliced throat and the gurgle as one chokes on their own blood. "No!" I finally shout and jump from my hiding place. "No." I say again but I am much too late.

I see the men clearly now. The man, quickly dying, has bruises all over his scruffy face and light brown hair stained with blood. But the most heartbreaking thing about him are his eyes. His once beautiful green eyes stare lifeless up at the sky. I turn to the man still on top of the dead man and only notice one thing about him; he has big, black eyes.

My scream is the sound that welcomes me back into reality. My eyes snap open to find myself in my bed, in my room, like always. I sit straight up, my heart still pumping and covered in sweat. I look around at my room to cement the fact that it was all a dream and then sigh deeply and run my hands through my hair.

"It's the same dream you've been having for weeks Angela. Really shouldn't freak you out anymore." I scold myself quietly while trying to slow my heart and breathing. I sigh and slowly get up from bed. I stand and stretch and hear bones I didn't even know I had crack. I moan as I stretch; relishing the good feeling. I walk to the bathroom and take my time in the shower; trying to wash the dream away.

I'd been having the same one for a week now and I was really getting tired and creeped out by it. Most dreams I have fade away during the day, but this one always stays in my head. In vivid detail. I put my face under the shower's spray and push the dream to the back of my mind. I have a life to get to. No need to pay heed to silly dreams.

-Author's note-
So?!?! What do y'all think!?!? First fan-fiction so 😥😥😥 Let me know what you think!!!!! Sorry it's so short! I'll be better next time.