A/N—I’m very sorry to all the readers that have read this story, I am trying to upload mostly everyday, but It may be every 2 days, maybe sometimes 3. I have been really busy, and I am trying to fit in writing time! Sorry for the delays :(
I try my Best! :)
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It is Saturday night. I have been tossing and turning all night, because I keep on thinking about that dream, and it triggers a cold shiver down my spine. Stop freaking out. It’s not a big deal, it was just a dream. I keep telling myself that.
I start to feel my eyelids getting heavier and heavier. My mind is relaxing and I start finally drifting into sleep.
Right up until I recognise the blood-curdling scream that that is coming from the depths of Puramite.
Am I dreaming? I pinch myself, slap myself in the face. That was the scream that Madison made when I had the dream of her getting stabbed. I don’t get it. Why would this be happening? I have to wake up. I get up from my bed and stumble to my bathroom in the hallway. I walk past Alex’s bedroom, and he is awake. I see his light turn on from under the crack of his door. The covers of his bed start to make noise, and after a few seconds footsteps are moving towards the door. The door creaks open and Alex steps out.
“Did you hear that scream?” He asks as his eyes try to focus in the darkness of the hallway.
“Yeah I did,” I grunt, “That’s why I am up”
“What do you think it was?”
“It must have just been a girl who got scared by her friends or something. Don’t worry about it, just go back to sleep, okay bud?” I try to persuade him to go to sleep.
“Well, I am already awake so I’m going to get a cookie from the pantry. Want one?”
I am zoned out completely. All I can think about is how the scream that Madison made in my dream two nights ago, can be the same scream that is sending shivers down my spine right now?
This still must be a dream.
“Uhh, no thanks” I say without thinking as I start walking to the bathroom. Alex started towards the kitchen. When I open the door I go straight to the sink, run ice cold water, and start to splash myself in the face with it. Wake up! I’m not waking up. I start pinching and slapping myself again. Nothing’s happening. I hear Alex walk down the hall again, biting into a cookie. I go silent as he walks past the bathroom door. When his bedroom door closes I sneak out of the dingy bathroom, and back into my warm bed.
Just go to sleep, and wait until morning. When I wake up, everything will go back to normal.
But it never does.
Sorry, its kinda short :(
