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Chapter 2 -The Nightmare.

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Mikayla-

Ever since that night I can't get Connor out of my head. It's like there's something different about him, though I don't know if it's good or bad. 

I had a nightmare last night. Connor was in it and so was Kian and Jill. We were all in the same room. Connor's living room. We were watching a sad movie and tear came flying out of their eyes. Connor looked at me and if he was hurt, but behind his tears was just anger. When I asked them if they were okay. They both stood up and walked over to me. Kian put a gun up to my head.

"Give." The words slipped smoothly across his lips. Being so careful, but at the same time fusturated at somehting. My heart was then pounding out of my cheast. What did he mean by give. I looked at Connor nd he shot me a dirty look before he pulled out a gun too.

"Give what," The words stumbled out of my mouth not knowing if Kian was going to slowing pull the trigger on me. Kian's dark hair blew in the wind of the open window to the side of him. I felt the breeze run down my back and give me chills. I looked deep into Connor's eyes, and then even deeper into his soul. Something was dark in his eyes. Something was bad.

"You know what." As soon as the word what spelt out of his mouth I got up and ran for my life. I breathed deep and I was scared. Then I realized Jill was still in Connor's house.

I couldn't go back for her now. I had to leave her if I wanted to live. I quickly searched for my phone to call the cops. I needed to at least try to help her. My phone wasn't on me. I ran and ran till I got to my house. It was a dark cool night. The wind now swooped through my hair and I walked up the front porch of my house, out of breath.

I grabbed the cold door knob and tried to enter , but it was locked. I rang the door knob and waited. I heard a click and checked the door knob again. It opened this time. I don't expect to find anything, but I do. It was Connor, but instead of holding a gun up to me he was lying dead on the floor. Even though he was going to kill me before, warm tear hit my cheeks. I went over to see if he had a pulse, but he didn't.

I woke up and crying and scared. I didn't know what to think of my dream. Sometimes they have deeper meanings, but I did not want to know thw meaning of this one. I sat their in my bed all cozy and slowly stopped crying. I snuggled back up in my warm blankets and thought about Connor once again. His dark blonde hair spiked up in a beanie was so cute. The way he looked into my eyes and the way he looked back into mine.

I just can't help that my dream seemed weird. Someone was trying to tell me something, or not.

I wonder if he thinks about me, or if I'm falling for him stupidly.

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i know it was a short chapter, sorry! hope you guys liked it (: