Remember. (Sally Face)

Chapter 5. "Meghan"

P.O.V : Liliana

I had just walked Sal out of my apartment. There was a small giddiness from him apologizing for his cold behavior. I was glad that we were starting over and could possibly become friends. But there was also a part of me that was slightly hyperventilating. His name was Sal Fisher.

That little girl had said his name. The logical part of my brain was trying to blow it off as a crazy coincidence. Which I could possibly see it being, if I had heard that name before or had been told it. But he was the first Sal I had ever met, did the dream actually mean something after all? If it did, was Sal in danger?

The foreboding feeling leaked back into my bones and I began to nervously mess with the end of my sweater. I griped the kitchen counter tightly with my other hand as I went over different reasons to why I could be having these weird dreams and if they meant something, how could I even help?

I dropped my hand from my sweater sleeve and unclenched the other palm from the counter top. My resolve starting to build and become determination. I'll just have to ask that girl! Though how could I have another dream with her again?

I moved back to my room and slumped against my bed with a sigh. I guess I'll just have to hope for the best.

I had studied for a couple of hours and changed into grey pajama shorts and a white baggy t-shirt. I tapped my pencil against the edge of my desk, still lost in thought over the whole dream thing. I softly closed my text book and slid  underneath my comforter on my bed. I nervously stared at the ceiling, here's to hopefully getting to talk to her again.

It didn't take long for my eyes to droop and descend into a dream. When I found myself in the hallway of the fifth floor, I did a small triumphant grunt. I hadn't looked at the door number until now, it had five hundred and four in bold font. Wasn't that... the room I first met Sal in?

I brushed that information to the side for now and griped the door knob. I heard a familiar muffled scream and decided to barge into the room. The door automatically slammed shut behind me like last time. I could still feel my nerves on edge as my eyes scanned back over to the center of the room. The little girl was there in the same spot again and blood still stained the carpets.

I bravely crept closer to her, "Excuse me?"

Her glossy eyes looked over at me. "Save Sal" She began to plead again.

I began to stutter slightly and cursed at myself. Calm down.

"Yes, do you mean Sal Fisher?" I crouched down to her height and searched her expression for an answer. The little girls face brightened in desperation. 

"Yes! Save Sal"

I ran a hand through my hair. "Save him from what?"

She scooted closer "I can't say, he's watching" She whispered.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as she told me her small message. "I don't understand, how am I going to save him? Should I tell him about these weird dreams?"

She frantically placed her freezing cold hands on my shoulders. "No! You can't. Sal will seek and he will find only death and destruction."

Other voices began to chime in.

"His soul will be devoured"

"Save Sal"

I quickly scanned the room, looking for others but found none. As my eyes fell back on the little girl, I saw it. A black mass, towering above the both of us. A small growl vibrated the floor I crouched on and blood red eyes stared daggers into my very being. I fell quickly backwards until frantic voices began to scream.