Voices in the Dark

My Fears.

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Chapter 14 - My Fears. :

Alec's P.O.V. (occurs in the last chapter)

I fell asleep last night just knowing that I would have a nightmare. I just knew it.

It felt like I was floating, I didn't know where land was, I didn't know what would happen if I even found solid ground. Would I be able to even land?

I could see nothing, but the sky and the sea, but....could it be? Is that? Up ahead of where I'm floating, I see a burst of light. When the light fades, I see her. I see Melanie.

It's like she's in the sunlight, but she's my land, she is my beacon. She starts to sing, except this time, it's a happy song, not like her sad ones. She singing about how I can land and be safe on her shores.

I try my hardest, it's like I'm swimming in the air, I move my arms and kick my legs. It's actually easy to land where she is. It seems to good to be true. Is it?

Once I land, she stops singing. She looks at me, smiles and then changes before my very eyes. She's a siren, she lured in her sailor and now she can't be trusted.

Once she changes, I start to run, I keep pumping my legs, but she keeps gaining and gaining until she gets me. She hovering above me. She has me pinned.

Her face slowly changes back to human, but the rest stays the same.

Is she going to kiss or kill me?

When I know that something is going to happen, I wake up. I'm sweating like I've just participated in a cross country marathon.

'It was just a dream,' I thought.

I got out of bed and walked to my dresser. I pulled out a pair of blue jeans, underwear, socks, and a white tank top. After that, I walked over to my closet and pulled out a simple black and white flannel.

After I get my clothes for the day, I go to the bathroom.

When I get into the hallway, I hear stuff moving around in the kichen, Gran is probably making breakfast.

I quickly walk to the bathroom because it would be embarrassing to be seen in my shorts with no shirt on.

Once I get in there, I close the door and jump into the shower. I stay in there for about five minutes. When I got out, I got dressed and walked downstairs.

On the way to the kitchen, I seen Gran walking down stairs, so it wasn't her that was cooking. We walked into the kitchen at the same time and all of a sudden, the smell hits me.

"Mmmm....something smells good," I announce.

Melanie laughed,"That's the same thing Gramps said."

So Melanie is the one that's cooking.

Gramps chuckled and we waited until she got done. While I was waiting, I looked over to see that Gramps had his plate already.

I looked at what he had on it and almost fainted. That sure looked good: eggs, bacon, and hashbrowns. Yum.

I didn't have to wait long for my food because by the end of Gramp's chuckle, I had food before my eyes.

Some might say that it was silent on the outside, but on the inside, my stomach was yelling words like yippy and woo hoo.

I put my dish in the sink and thanked Melanie for breakfast. I don't know what everyone else did, but I went up and got my stuff ready.

I did this to keep myself from thinking because I'm going to have to think anyways on the plane.

I walked downstairs and put my stuff by the door. Afterwards, I walked into the kitchen and sat at the table.

I thanked Melanie again and seen how Gramp's had left. He probably went to help with the daily chores.

I stood up and leaned against the counter and waited for someone to talk, no one was.

I don't remember who spoke first, I just remember being lost in thoughts of last night's dream. I knew that I was gonna start thinking about it.

'What does it mean?'

'Does it mean that I can't trust Melanie?'

'What if its incorrect?'

'Did I make the mistake by bringing her here?'

These questions ran around in my head until the next thing I knew I'm sitting and playing a game with the girls.

We played two games and talked. Its like the time didn't just fly, it went out the window. Next thing I knew, we were driving to the airport.

I really didn't want to see my dad.....like that....and even worse, I didn't want to see him cold, stiff, and in a casket.

I don't think I can do it. I....I just don't think I'll survive this. I fear that it will hurt to much.