The Searching Secret

Chapter 10

My breathing was heavy, as I glanced behind me to see if they had caught up. I hadn't seen whoever it was chasing me, but I knew someone was. I could feel them, and even though when I looked I didn't see anyone, it still felt as if they were breathing down my neck. I glanced around and had no idea where I was. I was in a never ending hallway, filled with doors that gave no clue of where they led. I felt the person getting closer, and had no time to think about it. I quickly opened the door closest to me and slipped inside.

With my back pressed against the door and my eyes closed, I let out a sigh of relief as I felt the person move farther away. When I opened my eyes, I felt even more relief. I was in my room, nothing could get me here. I walked over to my bed and sat down, letting go of all of tension I had been holding. No one could get me here. I was home, I was safe, but all that running had made me exhausted. I was about to lay down on my bed, when something on the floor caught my eye.

I walked over to where it sat by my desk. When I reached the desk, a stabbing pain in my head made me stop for a moment. I placed my hand on my head and when I brought it back down I found it covered with blood. Yet, even with the pain, and blood I still wanted to know what was lying on the floor. I put one hand on my head to try and stop the bleeding, and picked up the object with the other. When I saw what I was holding, my mouth fell open. It was a knife from my kitchen. I had no idea why it was up here. I looked towards the door, knowing I should go return this to its rightful spot. However, when I looked back down at the knife I dropped it. It was now cover in blood, but now the knife was the least of my worries. An unbearable amount of pain shot through my side and both my hands quickly went to the source trying to cover up the pain. The pain quickly brought me to my knees. I had to do something, but I didn't know what was going on. I moved my blood covered hands for a second and glanced down only to see blood spread through my shirt.

I was curled up on the floor, unable to take the pain, when I saw a figure step into the room. I didn't understand how this happened. How did the person chasing me get here? I was in my room; I was supposed to be safe. I tried to get up. I had to get away from this person.

"Riley?" the person said. That voice, I knew that voice, but I didn't understand. Evan wasn't chasing me. He wouldn't hurt me, not after what he said in the note... wait what note. "Oh my gosh, Riley!" Evan said, kneeling down next to me.

"Evan, you have to get out of here," another familiar voice came. It was the voice of someone I wanted to see, someone I needed to see, but I couldn't pinpoint a name. I tried to sit up; I needed to see his face. I needed to see him, but my eyes were too heavy and they fell closed.

When I opened them again everything had changed. I sat up on a white bed with a fluffy white comforter on it. Above my head was a white half canopy and when I looked around the room all I saw was white. A white door, that I hadn't even seen, opened and Evan walked in the room.

"Hello, Love," Evan said, as he walked up to me and sat down on the bed. This was the Evan I knew. The calm and collective Evan, not the Evan I had just seen a little bit ago.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"I don't know," he smiled. "You tell me, it's your dream."

"I. . ."I started, but then it all clicked. I was dreaming, there was no one chasing me. I wasn't bleeding to death, but I was before. My mind started reeling. Could my dream possibly be a memory?

"Where are you, Riley?" Evan asked, breaking my train of thought.

"In a white room. Am I going crazy in my dreams?" I joked.

"Seriously, Riley. Where are you?" he asked again.

I was about to tell him that I was heading to Miami to look for him, but something stopped me. "Where are you?" I asked.

"That doesn't matter," he replied. "All that matters is you answering my question."

I studied him for a moment and saw the worry that was written on his face. However, something was still keeping me from answering. "You're really here just to ask me where I am. That pretty lame. At least the other dreams you were in were fun," I said, as I put on my best pouty face.

His eyes widen slightly and there was a trace of a smile on his face, as I slipped off the bed and stood in front of him. However, he soon shook it off and was right back to being serious. "I'm not here to play around, Riley. Just tell me where you are, " he replied. The sternness in his voice actually caused me to step back. Seeing Evan like this scared me. "Where the heck are you!" he said, as his hands grabbed my shoulders.

"Riley, wake up."

"Jay?" I wondered turning away from Evan.

"Riley, look at me," Evan said, his voice turning soft and desirable. I shifted my attention back on him. His eyes twinkled and a sexy smile formed on his face. "You have to tell me where you are, Love. I miss you."

I smiled playfully and was about to respond with some flirty remark when Jay's voice sounded again.

"You are so beautiful when you're asleep," Jay whispered softly, as he brushed hair out of my face. "But it's time for you to get up," he added more loudly. "Let's go, up, up!"

I felt as if my arm was being pulled, carrying me out of this dream world and into the real one, but the dream didn't want to me leave. "Riley!" Evan yelled, grabbing a hold of my arm, trying to keep me in the dream.

I looked back at Evan and smiled, "You heard him, it's time for me to wake up."

Evan returned a smile, "I heard him say you are beautiful when you're sleeping, which you are. So stay, don't wake up. Stay here with me. At least for a little while longer."

"Ri, come on, it's almost noon, and the car is ready. Get up."

My eyes widen. "I have to go, Evan."

"Riley, wait!" Evan pleaded. "Just tell me where you are!" However, I wasn't listening. I was floating back to the real world; being led by Jay's loving voice. "Damn it, Riley! Where are you?! Just tell me where you are!?" he pleaded.