F.R.I.E.N.D.S...?

Chapter 6) The Figure

It was currently around 3 in the morning and I couldn't sleep. I was just sitting in my bed with the lights off, trying to get rid of my headache from thinking.

I am thinking about the past night, where I stayed with Jason. I just didn't know what to do.

Lately, I have been feeling so much better around him and wanting to get back together with him. I know that I can't though. He is over me and I am over him. That's it!

I just need to get my mind off of boys, I say in my head. I look at the window and see the moon shining through the big tree that is in front of my room. The moonlight danced across the walls of my room, letting me forget about guys, letting me forget about my homework and letting me forget about headache and finally letting me close my eyes and drift off to sleep.

----DREAM----

The eyes glowed in the darkness, showing no emotion except the never-ending hunger in the back of its mind.

The creature came from the darkness and showed its furry self.

It was a wolf, the size of a house, with its pearly-white teeth shining off the moon-light. It snarled as it came closer, making the silence turn into howls and growls, slowly making me pant.

I back away from the creature, slowly going faster as I make my way into a jog, turning my back to the wolf. I start to run as I hear the leaves crunch behind me.

"YoU wiLl nOt geT aWay!" The wolf growled. I kept running, tears starting to rush down my face.

"What do you want with me?!" I yell. I start to feel the trembling of the Earth and soon, I was on the ground, crying and trying to crawl away.

"I wAnt YouR SOuL!" It was right above me now, saliva dripping from its mouth and onto the cold ground.

I scream.

----DREAM ENDED----

I woke up, panting, to the sound of my alarm blaring.

I groan and turn it off, turning on my light in the process.

I hate Monday's. I began to get up and put on a pair of slightly-ripped jeans, a light-pink t-shirt that said, 'I hate Monday's', a pair of combat-boots and my light-red beanie.

I go into my brothers' room and wake him up, shaking him slightly, then going into the bathroom.

I brush my hair and fix my bandages, making sure that my hand was covered.

I take my band jacket and go down the staircase. I make my way to the kitchen and grab a breakfast bowl from the freezer and put it in the microwave. I put water in the kettle and boil it for my tea.

I go to the TV and turn on the news, listening to the weather and the traffic.

"Today will be a high of 78 and a low of 57. There will be some afternoon showers, but sunny for the morning. According to the weather experts on the channel, there is a tropical storm starting to form along the east of Puerto Rico, which on its track, will hit Florida as a category 1 hurricane. The governor will have a few words on this later in the evening, but for now, its back to the studio. Jenna?"

Great! A hurricane... I groan and get my food and make my tea, putting it in a travel cup.

"Morning," a yawn interrupted my internal drama with the TV. I turn around and see my brother, making his way into the kitchen for some food. I muttered a 'hey', making my way into the other room, getting my keys and my bookbag. I take my tea and bring it with me.