"Come on guys get down here! The Walking Dead is about to start in 15 minuets!!" Blake yelled from downstairs.
Everyone bolted downstairs. I didn't even realize they left my room. I was to busy reading homestuck. Blake is my older brother. We are really close. I can't even remember the last time I had an argument with him. Blake is 18. I'm 3 years younger then him. We usually have some of our close friends come over when dad is on a trip. He works as a director. I lost my mom when I was 3. My father said I was in a car crash with her and Blake. So Blake and I decided to be close because we had no one else really. I was getting to a really good part in homestuck when suddenly I was face first on my bed with someone on top of me holding my hands over my head.
"Get off me!" I tried yelling but failed.
"Never!" The idiot yelled.
"I will scream your secret if you don't!" that got him of of me. I was suddenly flipped so now my back was on the bed, my arms were still being held above my head.
"You wouldn't dare..." He looked at me dead in the eyes.
"Try me!" I said getting free from underneath him, bolting to the stairs.
"Guys Nate has a crush on-" my sentence was cut short because I had a hand covering my mouth dragging me back into my room. He finally let me go.
"Are you crazy!?!?!?" Nate said.
"Yes, yes I am." I said with pride.
Nate and I have been best friends since we were babies. His full name is Nathan James Carter. We know literally everything about each other.
"Come on Riley lets-" I cut him off short
"My name is not Riley anymore. It is now Mrs. Makara!"I announced with pride.
"You read to much homestuck Riley." Nate said practically pushing me downstairs. All the seats were taken because Mike and Claire were cuddled up on the recliner, Jackson was sprawled out on the love seat, and Blake was on the other recliner. Nate and I were sitting on the floor. Claire is my cousin and she married mike about 4 months ago. Claire is like a sister to me. Jackson is Blake's best friend. Jackson and I are good friends. the thing about me is that I have only 2 really close girls for friends. I stay closer to guys, less drama. As the walking dead started I couldn't stop thinking of my dreams. I tried but just couldn't. It's like the same one repeating every night. It's a place here in Virgina. It's a dark place. People say once you go in you can't go back. But ever since I was 6 , I always had a feeling I was being watched. I haven't told anyone because they would just think I'm going crazy.
1 hour later------
Mike and Claire left. Blake said Jackson and Nate could sleep over. They both agreed. Blake and Jackson both stayed in the living room watching movies and stuff. I went into bathroom and got into my pajamas. Nate just curls up into my bed and falls asleep. I grab the blanket and curl up next to him. I fall asleep.
Dream~~~~~~
"Help someone please help me!!" I'm screaming and running. I open a door and slam it behind me. As I turn around, I see my brothers room with
" COME TO CROYDON"
Written in blood dripping down his wall. I scream.
End of dream~
I feel myself shaking like crazy. I open my eyes and look around the room. I start to cry. I can't picture losing my brother that would drive me to kill myself. Suddenly there is an arm around my waist holding me tight.
"It's alright, it was just a dream, I'm right here nothing will happen to you" Nate whispered in my ear. I curled up closer to him and fell asleep.
