In and out, I breathe heavily as my feet step left to right. I look back in panic, the dark figure hovers over my shadow as he's near. My pace quickens to the point where it's impossible to go any farther. He steps one foot closer and reaches out his rough hand to my shoulder. He turns me around in a snap of a finger. His lips parted and neck sticking out, I still couldn't see his whole face. He grabs me by the neck.
He shoves me up the cold, hard wall by the neck. He licks his lips as he squeezes tighter. I feel my face turning purple and the veins popping out of my skin. I wrap my hands around his and try to pry his hand off me but it's no use. I let out my last breath and slide down the hard pavement and he let's go.
I smell the ocean as it overwhelms my experience. What happened to the flash of light? Why am I just here not able to move and speak? It's like I'm dead but still here. I don't understand.
I'm not fully out yet but I will be in a few moments. He grabs me by the hair and drags me to the loading dock. As he goes to push me in a whoosh of wind comes in contact with my face. It brings chills down my spine and I am left with nothing but a cold, wet body as it's pushed into the ocean. No bright light or God to see. Just water green tinted water surrounding me. I didn't have to breathe so I let it go, all my worries and sins. They say there's a God, well where is he and where has he been through all of my troubles.
As I am ready to just relax and be done with I hear a siren in the distance. Flashing red and blue lights shinning in my face.
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I open my eyes to see that I was dreaming again. The light shines bright in my face as I am lifted from the spot I am in. Where am I? I struggle to open my eyes but there is no hope. I hear a subtle voice in the distance talking into what sounds like a walkie talkie. Then it clicks, it's the police. They began calling for back up. A loud sound came from the front of the room as I guess it is a door being knocked down.
The person holding me starts moving quickly, almost in a running motion. I hear others breathing heavily beside me, making me think they are running as well. I can hear girls shouting and screaming in the distance as I am curious as to what is taking place at the moment.
I finally get enough strength to open my eyes as I see a man carrying me. I narrow my eyebrows trying to remember who he is but I can't put my finger on it. What happened that so many people would be running from the police? I look around making movement in his arms. I see my surroundings and I see nothing but black. This man that's holding me is the only face I can see in the crowd. The others, that I know are there are hidden in the shadows.
Am I dreaming again? This all seems so vivid, the quick movements and shaded people. The man carrying me shifts down his head and looks at me. He gives me a quick glance that tells me to hang on. I close my eyes again waiting till we are at a safe haven.
Minutes later he starts talking to another male. I don't open my eyes so he doesn't know I am ease dropping. They began to talk in hushed tones as if they are talking about someone near to them. I hear fragments of the conversation because of all the blood that's rushing to my head. I think they are talking about me though. I heard the guy carrying me say something about how he was worried where to take her and how he doesn't even know who she is but he doesn't want to leave her just anywhere.
The guy he is talking to sounds like a douche though as he replies with a harsh comment about how he should just leave her stranded and how it would be funny. I try to snap them out of their thoughts and shift in his arms.
"Dude just leave her she's waking up," the douche says. I feel the guy holding me panicing as to not knowing want to do. He sets me down on hard pavement. I hear footsteps running away, I open my eyes relieved, yet hurt that they left. I struggle to pick myself up as I am weak. I hear footsteps coming toward me so I close my eyes quickly.
"Hold on dude I forgot something." I hear the familiar guys voice. He walks over quickly to where I'm placed on the cement floor and whispers in my ear. "I will be back I promise." He swears as he pads back around the corner.
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Arctic dreams || harry fanfic
FanfictionEvery night since I was a kid I have had this same dream. It starts different but always ends the same, with me dying. I call them arctic dreams because at the end right before I die a rush of cold air fills my body and I have yet to find out why...