Hints to the Second
I am in a car. It's nearly dawn. The sun is peeking above the horizon on what I think is the east. The car, I think it's a truck, the windows are extremely tinted. It's a new truck, very clean, and the technology is very up-to-date. I look over to the driver's seat.
It's the man who I saw in my other dream! His face is different up close. He has slight stubble on his chin, but not much. His face is thin, his cheeks almost as pale as mine. I clear my throat, and suddenly my wrists buzz to life. I jump, and look down. There are cords around my hands that are white and blue, but unlike any 'handcuffs' I've ever seen. The white is nearly transparent and the blue glows and hums with electricity, pulling my wrists toward each other with power enough to kill, so I have no choice but to look back up at the man.
"What the hell are these?" I ask the man.
"Those are your cuffs. I don't know if you remember, little girl, but you and your friends put up quite a fight. Nothing my men and I couldn't handle, however," the man replies.
"Uhm, little girl? How old are you, again? Like, nineteen? Twenty, tops? Who are you calling little? I'm only two or three years younger than you!" I protest.
"I don't judge people by their age, I judge them by their maturity. And you, kiddo, don't quite qualify as an adult," the man grimaces.
"Whatever!" I huff. "Where do you think you're taking me, mister? I will not stand for this! Let me go!" My frustration grows by the minute. I begin to yell and when I'm done ranting, I cross my arms, (as best I can), and pout, turned toward the outside.
"See? Like I said: Immature," the man says.
I straighten out immediately and uncross my arms. "Maybe I'm simply acting. I can be mature when I want to be. Ever think of that, mystery man? Think you're so smart? Try again, old man."
The man clears his throat. "Don't you want to know where we're going? Don't you want to know who I am? Why you're here?"
"Of course I do. But should I even ask? Or are you going to call me a child and smirk away, not telling me anything? Because that would make more sense than you actually telling me." I reply with overflowing poison in my tone.
"Oooh, saucy! Fun! Have fun getting your way through the next part of your life with pure attitude, kiddo, because I can tell you right now that's going to help you with exactly nothing. Try again, little girl," he replies with the same biting tone.
I scowl at him with a death glare into the side of his face. He looks at me and tells me to calm down, because we're almost here. I lift my head, eyes full of fear and worry. The man smirks and clicks a button a small remote that undoes the weird cuffs that I had almost forgotten about.
"Get out: we're here," the man says seriously.
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I wake up in a cold sweat.
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Dreams | Dreamer Series Pt. I | Currently on hold
Fiksi RemajaThis entire book is dedicated to my recently deceased dog, Booker, 1998-2014 Haven Greene has been having dreams since she was eight years old, and they always come true. But lately, she's been having dreams of abduction, of dark men, of bright wall...
