The Depths Of The Ocean

Dreams of Hawaiian shirts and bullet holes.

I opened my eyes groggily and tried to sit up. As I was struggling into a sitting position I felt a sharp pain and cried out. Suddenly a boy was at my side helping me sit up.

"Are you stupid? Don't sit up you'll just injure yourself again!" The boy snapped at me. I glared at him and moved away quickly. No way in hell I was trusting this stranger. "Who are you?" I demanded

"My name is Nico di Angelo." He muttered darkly like he loathed saying his own name.

"Where am I?"

"In the woods." He growled unhelpfully.

"Thanks. Like that wasn't obvious." I muttered.

Nico rolled his eyes and snapped, "Just go the fuck to sleep you're giving me a head ache, I'll explain stuff when you wake up."

"Don't tell me what to do Di Angelo." I muttered trying to fight the sleep that I felt was about to drag me under. I most certainly was not about to fall asleep under the watch of a stranger. "I'm not sleeping when I don't have a clue what's going on or where I am with only a stranger to watch my back!"

"Yes, you are."

I suddenly yawned before falling asleep.

---Dream---

I was on the beach. In front of me sat a man in a blue Hawaiian shirt black hair and sea green eyes like mine.

"Ah. Raven. Good to see you." He said.

"Who are you?" I ask. He just smiled and ignored my question.

"I don't have long to talk so let me get to the point. You must tell the boy, Nick, uh ... Nico or whatever, your life story. He will understand and take you somewhere safe and you must let him."

"Like hell I will." I exclaimed

"You will." He said coldly his expression became hostile

"Fine, I will."

"Well I must go now. Remember tell him everything. Bye."
He disappeared and my dream shifted.
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I was six years old again and I was back in that wretched orphanage doing the dishes as punishment for not waking before six o'clock.

I tripped over a pot and the dishes in my arms and l fell to the floor and the dishes shattered against the floor and myself causing several shards to cut into my skin. The orphanage mother walked in and saw me on the floor with the plates shattered and me cut up from the glass. She took the whip she had in her hand and struck me across my face with it over and over again until I passed out.

The dream shifted again
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I was five years old. I wrapped in my brothers arms looking back at my house. I saw my mom running after me and my brother. All I could see was mom as she screamed at my brother to run and get me to safety.

My brother ran and kept running as I was looking over my shoulder at my mom. Suddenly a round of bullets went through her stomach. I screamed and kicked at my brother. My mother, my beautiful caring Mother, lay cold and lifeless on the ground. I cried and screamed but it was no use, my brother kept running. Finally he stopped. He put me into a small hole in a tree and turned around and ran back to my mom. It was as if in that moment the world decided that I was to be alone because suddenly his head snapped to the side and fell to the ground, a bullet hole in his head.

"No!" I screamed.

" Wake up!" Some one yelled in the distance

"No!"

"Wake up!" The yelling got louder and I felt a weight on my hips and someone was shaking me.

My eyes snapped open.

I had tears streaming down my face as I looked up and saw Nico on top of me straddling my waist. He had my arms pinned above my head and looked panicked.

"Are you okay?" He asked still on me.

"I will be when you get off me." I said coldly.

"Sorry but you were screaming and when I tried to wake you up you attacked me." He said equally cold.

He glared at me then seemed to notice the tears on my face and his gaze softened. But only slightly.

I wiped the tears off my face and looked away from him.

Then I noticed that we were still in the woods. I could hear the river still. I stood up to find that the pain in my ribs had dulled and didn't hurt as much.

I looked down to notice that I had bandages across my stomach and my shirt was missing. I was in nothing but my old blue bra. Nico must have bandaged me up. I blushed at the thought of a guy disrobing me. I turned around and faced Nico only to see that he was looking at me with a plate of food in his hands.

"You hungry?"

I took the plate and muttered a thanks as I ate in silence.

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Well that was interesting.
Do you guys think I should do Nico's POV?
Please comment yes or no.
Thanks~Chelsea