DILLON'S P.O.V
"Sweet dreams, Ariana." I whispered in her ear, causing her to shudder. "And just remember, I mark off those who are dead to me. Who no longer have a place in my cold heart...you are not leaving any time soon."
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ARIANA'S P.O.V
The...
Cornelius and Talin vanished from my sides, leaving me with my hands and feet tied down by a leather strap. Kicking and thrashing around was useless so I screamed like a Banshee. Why couldn't anyone hear my screams for help?
The lights went out and the bed begun to wheel squeakily down the school hallway pushed by invisible hands, causing my breathing to increase rapidly as I frantically looked around for someone, anyone to rescue me.
Chanting began to echo down the hallway and all around me as the bed continued to move steadily forward. Sacrifice. Sacrifice. Sacrifice. It was soft and distant at first, but as the bed moved steadily forward the chanting became louder and clearer.
The lights began to flicker, revealing around me students standing by their lockers as if in a trance, rhythmically rocking back and forth and then one by one joining in with the chanting.
"Help me! Somebody please help me!" I cried as I slowly passed each student only to find that as I did they would all turn their backs on me as if I was a leper.
The bed stopped rolling in front of a large cobblestone throne. Dillon sat upon the throne as if he were a king, holding a long staff and wore a stupid looking crown on his head that sat lopsided. Without warning Dillon rose to his feet and brought the staff down with an almighty thud. Locker doors then all slammed shut in synchronisation followed by a deathly silence.
Dillon leaned forward as if to examine me causing me to pull away from him due to a rotten, stinking breath that only Hell itself could create. He clicked his bony fingers—literally—and a group of students moved forward and untied me. I didn't dare move for fear that any sudden movement would cause something unwanted to happen. Dillon, the King, stood erect and looked down on me in repulsion, and then pointed at me with his bony finger.
"Sacrifice!"
And then he brought his staff down again with another almighty thud.
Instantly, like a pack of ravenous, wild dogs, all the students ran at me in a pack mentality and began clawing at me, like they had never had a meal.
I woke up gasping for air, all twisted and tangled in my sheets, bringing my hands to my stomach instinctively. Looks like the Nightmares had caused me to have nightmares again.
Curse them!
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"Have you been sleeping, Aria?" Judy asked.
I looked up at Judy and sighed. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." I lied as I crossed my arms, and sat further back into the chair.
"Aria, would you like to continue?" Judy asked.
I didn't answer for a long moment. "It was a nightmare. A nightmare is a nightmare. It scared me, end of story." I said bluntly.
