Retro Zone

~Chapter 1~

👸🏽Adrianna 👸🏽

My black, springy curls bounced on my shoulders as I skipped alongside my mother.

We had just left the toy store, and here I was, my Raggedy Ann doll in one hand and my mom's hand in my other.

We came to the crosswalk, where the light said red even though there were no cars at the stoplight, which was beyond me.

"Let's cross the street, baby."

I showcased my toothy grin and playfully stomped across with my doll. During this action, however, she slipped out of my hands. When I reached the other side, there was another man there, and he was just like me, except darker.

"You dropped your doll, miss." He said with a smile, in a hushed voice.

"Oh!" I exclaimed, and ran back out to get her.

"Adrianna!"

Before I knew it, I was pushed aside to the ground, and my new sundress was now dirty. With tears in my eyes, I stood up and turned back around to see my mother running towards me. She was asking me questions, but all I could focus on was the kind black man's body in the middle of the intersection.

He had risked his life for mine.

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I'm not home.

I'm no place recognizable.

I feel light.

I stand up.

I'm in a forest, surrounded by trees with no leaves.

What is this place?

A twig breaks behind me.

I turn around, and instantly feel numb.

The numbness turns to pain in a heartbeat, and I look down to see a machete sticking out of my stomach.

Turning my gaze upward, I see a figure in a black cloak, smiling.

He removes the cloak to reveal his face. It matches the one of the man who saved my life when I was 6.

He yells out my name.

"Adrianna!"

He yells it again as I fall to the ground.

"Adrianna!"

"Adrianna, if you don't turn that stupid alarm off in two minutes I'm comin' in there!"

I sat up in bed, my eyes wide as I looked around my room.

No dead trees, no dead guys. No black cloaks, and no forest.

I'm home.

"ADRIANNA, TURN THAT DAMN THING OFF!"

I zoned back in to the blaring noise of my alarm, and I shouted back an apology before I slammed my hand down on the top.

I swung my legs over the edge of my bed, and sighed deeply.

These dreams aren't new. Ever since the accident happened I've had the same face in them all. He could be in the crowd of a party or the drummer of a concert; he always ends up in my dreams.

A knock on my door released me from my thoughts, and I decided to fake being asleep.

"Huh, must've went back to sleep." I heard from the other side of the door. I smiled to myself, before the door burst open.