Alex Frost

Chapter 2

Alex pov
I wake up sweating. When I get out of bed I notice the pool of dry blood on my sheets.
  "I thought I already had my period this month?" I ask myself out loud.
   As I start to walk to the bathroom in the corner of my eye I see myself in the mirror. My shirt has 4 tears in it covered in blood.
"What the fuck?" I breathe out, "That's not from a period."
   Stupidly, instead of showing my parents, I cover up the blood on my bed and stuff my shirt in my backpack.
——————————————————-Phoebe's pov
Alex came to school looking awful. She was pale and had bags under her eyes.
       "Alex, are you okay?" I asked worriedly.
   She scoffs. "Does it look like I'm okay?"
       "Absolutely not. Tell me what's wrong."
  She puts her bag on a desk and opens it.
      "Look at the shirt, Phoebe."
  She shoves a torn and bloody shirt at me. "Does that look normal to you?"
   I examine the shirt. It has 4 holes on the chest, blood surrounding it.
        "What the hell happened!?"
        "That's the issue Phoebe I have no fucking clue what happened," she states teary eyed. Looking at her I can almost feel the waves of fear coming off her.
"I had a nightmare about some demonic thing that stuck it's claws into my chest. It kept on saying that it wasn't a dream and that I-I couldn't wake up." She starts shaking and crying so I just hold her.
She takes a shaky breath, "But then I wake up. And I wake up covered in blood. Phoebe, I think that it wasn't a dream and I have no idea how."
By now I'm not holding her anymore. Then I notice the mark on her neck from yesterday is still there. I stare at her wide eyed.
"Phoebe... why are you staring at me like that."
"The mark on your neck-" I weakly gesture to my neck my voice suddenly dry-"from yesterday is still there. I thought you said it was from your necklace. It shouldn't still be there. And it's more prominent now. It looks like someone tried to choke you."
She wraps her hand around her neck. "Yesterday I had a mark on my stomach and chest too. They also became more prominent today." She begins crying again. "Phoebe the thing in my dream... I-I-it said that I was going to die today." She looks up at me with her tear stained face....

"......what if it was right?"

       "'What if it was right'?! What if it was right my ass! You are not going to die today! Not if I can help it."

That's what I had said to her when she told me she was going to die. I should've done more to make sure that it didn't happen, but I didn't.....