Running, I was running like my life depended on it. They were chasing me, reaching out with their sharp claws in attempt to grab onto me, to harshly embrace me in their grasp. My head turned, side to side as I tried to find an escape, anything but all my eyes met was the walls of an endless hallway. It just kept going on, and on, and on, and on. It felt as if I were dead, unable to move properly. There was a cold numbness throughout my entire body and I had to drag each leg, one in front of the other, to run. My mind was cloudy but only one thought ran through it; the thought of monsters. Monsters. The hard thumping in my heart was the only thing to stop me presuming I was dead. I was pulled down. My leg gave way beneath me when it was pierced with the claw of a monster. All I could do was let out a screech that shattered through the air, breaking everything around me. Sharp glass fell around me, digging into my body but it didn't pain me. The only thing paining me was the claw that struck my leg. They continued, scratching at my legs. They hooked onto the rim of my jean shorts and pulled themselves onto me. I screamed and cried out in pain but it wouldn't end. Why wasn't it ending? Why wasn't the pain ending? Why wasn't the dream ending? I opened my eyes and I was met with the scaring face of a monster, blood dripping from its mouth onto my face, causing me to wince. It had incredibly sharp teeth, reading to dig into my flesh and devour me in its pleasure. More appeared. More monsters appeared. They surrounded me, hungry looks on their faces. I screamed and cried, hot tears streaming down my face. My shut my eyes for a moment, ready for more pain to engulf me. When it didn't, I reopened my eyes and was met with a different sight. There were no monster there anymore. Replacing them was the creature, his sharp green eyes burning into mine as his black hair fell in front of his face. All I did, one again, was scream.
"How is she," a familiar voice asked.
"She's doing very well," another voice, I didn't recognize said. "She's lucky that the wound wasn't too deep otherwise it would have done a lot of damage."
"How long has she been out for now?" the familiar voice said again.
"About fifteen hour now," the other voice answered.
"What about the boy?" the familiar voice asked. "How is he?"
"He's perfectly fine. There are no injuries or anything," the other voice stated. "He's just suffering from over exhaustion. The poor boy collapsed as soon as he got the girl safely to us."
"Well, he clearly cares about her a lot," the familiar voice said. I knew they were talking about Myron and I.
"Yep. He's up now if you'd like to go visit your nephew," the other man said. Without realizing, my eyes shot open at hearing the word nephew. I turned to see Chris and a doctor standing there. It explained why I had recognized one of the voices – Chris'. Why was the doctor referring to Myron and Chris' nephew? Myron's uncle wasn't Chris. It didn't make sense. I decided to ponder over this later and closed my eyes again before they realized I was awake and began talking to me. I heard the door open and the sound of footsteps walking out before the door shut again. I reopened my eyes to find myself in an empty hospital room. I decided I would leave the thoughts about Chris claiming that Myron was his nephew to discuss later with said boy. For now, I remembered the events of yesterday and Allie and as I did, it cast upon me a blanket of sadness at the thought of how I had left my best friend behind.
I had definitely failed my duty as a best friend. Who even did that? Leaving their best friend behind in a house full of monsters to be doomed to her death. Allie I had been joined by the hip since kindergarten. We had always been there for each other. Whenever Allie needed someone to talk to, I would be by her side as she would for me. We were like sisters without the blood relation. She was the closest thing to my heart especially since my parents ceased to love me as much as they did to Milo and Adrienne. So naturally, I was extremely angry at myself for my foolish behavior. I knew Myron was right when he had explained why it wasn't my fault because I had not even seen Allie and if I had and had gone to save her then I would have had to leave Myron there and I couldn't go back because of my darn leg. However, I just couldn't bring myself to accept it. I just kept beating myself up about it.
