Together

The Dream

~UPDATED~

"Move Over. We need to stay hidden," Michael nudged me to the other side of the bed. I was too shocked at the situation to refuse. He lays down so close to my fragile frame; our skin barely touches. Our hand inches apart, faces staring at each other. After a while of staring at his beauty, I awoke from my daydream.

"What's going on?" I demand in a small whisper.

"I'll explain everything later, but just stay quiet. They're coming," Michael shut me up with that last sentence. In a swift movement, he grabbed the blanket and covered our bodies. His body turned so he could face me. My back was turned to him. Never in a million years did I think I would be in a bed with Michael Grimes.

They're coming.

Laying in bed, sleep took over me again. The comforting warmth radiating off of Michael's body calming me from the fear. What is happening? I wanted answers. For now, I would have to settle with a dream. 

I was walking in a forest, the fog surrounding me, so dense that I couldn't see the figure holding my hand, only inches away from me. Michael came to mind. I turned up to look at the sky; the sun was shining so bright today. My pace slowed, but the unnamed silhouette standing next to me pulled me farther into the densely wooded forest. I couldn't see where I was going, but he, or she, knew just where to go. Their body abruptly dropped into a crawl position. Its hand turning ice cold, fingernails growing, curling around my hand.

What the hell was happening? The fog suddenly swept away, revealing the face of the hideous creature. Darkness overtook us, wrapping us up. Its pitch black eyes staring into mine; soulless. Its mouth opens slightly, revealing sharp teeth. For a moment, I couldn't hear anything. Then I started to get dizzy, my ears hurting, everything going black. I heard what must have come from the monsters mouth; a high-pitch scream.

I shot up in bed, awake from my nightmare. Sweat rolled down my forehead, my hand reaching over to where Michael last lie. The sheet was still warm from his presence, but no one was there. I looked over at the bed, the blankets sprawled on his side. Where had he gone? What if something happened to him? Every question came to mind. That's when I heard it. The high-pitched scream came again.

The scream seemed more distant, but close enough for me to cover my ears. I curled up on my bed, still holding my ears. I was trying to block out the sound, but it stop just as soon as it started. I slowly stood up, looking around my room. Everything was in its place, undisturbed. 

"Michael?" I called out. No answer. I slowly walked into the hall, darkness surounding me. There was a faint light down the hall to my right, coming from the kitchen. To my left, the front door was open, the screen door broken. I headed for the door, my feet soon stepping in something wet. it was hard to see, so I reached to my side and turned on the hall light. the carpet was glistening with red. I gasped in horror. 

The blood trailed to the door, handprines on the doorframe. Slowly walking to the front door, i could see his body. Micheal was in the yard, a trail of blood leading right to him. His body bent at bizzare angles. 

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-Vanessa