Seven Days

Chapter Eleven

Day Six

“Al,” someone whispers to my ear.

I turn my head to see, but no one’s here. All I see are dark skies, trees that seem to have lost all their leaves, and the dry earth. It’s like I’m on a dark and dangerous forest, and something’s waiting for the right time to devour me. And I feel so vulnerable. I’m so afraid.

“Who is it?” I ask, but no one answers.

 “Al.” There it is again. Same voice. Same person, but not my Cameron.

“Who are you? Where am I?” I ask. No answer again.

“Al.” There it is again, but this time, the voice is louder.

I scream, “WHO ARE YOU? WHERE ARE YOU? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?”

Then it started. Now, I hear various voices whispering all at the same time.

“You don’t deserve him.”

“You’re dying.”

“He’s mine.”

“He just feels sorry for you because you’re dying.”

I start running, but it’s hopeless. All the whispering’s growing louder and louder until I can’t take it anymore. I shout, “SHUT UP!”

Beep

Beep

Beep

Beep

Beep

 

Suddenly, I’m wide awake. I stop the clock from beeping and see that it’s only 5 a.m., but I seriously don’t wanna go to sleep again. (But seriously, why did my alarm clock ring at 5 a.m.? I must’ve set it at the wrong time.) I don’t wanna have a nightmare again. I’ll just wait until Cameron knocks on my door.

It was just a bad dream. Nothing more. I just hope it won’t happen again.

Two hours later…

“Alexandra!” Mom calls out to me. “Cameron is here to see you.”

“Yes!” I whisper to myself. “Finally.”

I jump out of bed and run to the door to say to Mom, “I’ll be out in a minute!” I grab a fresh towel and go into the shower to take a quick shower. After showering and putting on my undergarments, I look for something nice to wear. I try to find a nice dress inside my closet. And a few dresses later, I found a really cute white and stretchy dress. I pick that one. It falls all the way to my knees. Then, I pick baby blue flats. After that, I look at myself in the mirror. I see a girl with chocolate brown hair and eyes looking right at me. I leave my hair as it is. I’m not gonna look any prettier even if I fix my hair, so what’s the point of fixing it?

After all of that, I take a deep breath and open my door only to see a Cameron that was just about to knock on my door.

(I like to call him Cameron because I seriously can’t decide what I’m going to call him.)

I examine Cameron. His hair looks perfect. His eyes are absolutely gorgeous, and I swear, I can see them twinkling. His body is in perfect shape. He’s wearing a light blue striped polo shirt, black pair of slacks, and black Bristol shoes. I can honestly say that he looks good. Wait, not just good. He looks beautiful that it’s simply just intoxicating.