i gasped and shot up. another bad dream. i look to my side to see a black-haired boy. i look around and realize i'm not in my own room. noises rustle from downstairs. i slowly get up from my comfortable place on the floor. whatever is down there doesn't sound human, it sounds almost beastly.
my feet barely make a sound as they hit each stair. when i turn the corner, the rustling stops. the thing turns to me and i can't move. it's like i'm completely frozen. what the hell was going on?
the beast looks vaguely familiar, it's eyes a rare shade of purple. it had to just be a fragment of my imagination. it seems as though i'm dreaming, and I just cannot wake up. it's like everything has just gone ballistic.
"oh dear, you are not dreaming. i am as real as you are. don't you remember me?" it's dark voice fills my mind and I start to panic. i had seen this thing before, but i can't remember.
it's violet eyes turn to a deep shade of red, and my blood runs cold.
"don't you remember me?" it's voice repeats over and over and over. it's to the point where i fell at some point.
"n-no i have no clue what you are." i spit. the thing starts slowly towards me and i feel the panic start to rush to my brain. whatever this thing was, it had to be evil.
"oh sweetie, i must go. but let me promise you something, this won't be he last of me." it's tongue clicked, and it stalked off into the darkness.
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