Descendants

Nightmares and Greetings

Arabella POV

As soon as I walk through the door of my apartment, I plop down on my couch, exhausted from the day events. I pull out my phone and scroll through my contact list until I find Sam's name. I hit the name and let it ring until I hear a hello on the other end. I go to say hello but I hear this static over loud ring on his end.

"Arabella? Are you there?" He asks loudly, even to the point where I have to move the phone away from my ear.

"Jesus, Where are you, on a motorcycle? I can barely hear you." Which given him I wouldn't be all that surprised if he got one over the summer time when we were apart.

"Actually yeah, I bought a bike over the summer time, but you would know that if you bothered to pick up the fucking phone!" Again, could he speak any louder?

I sink further into the sofa and find a pillow, as my eyelids start to feel heavy. I lay on my side still on the phone with Sam, hoping he'll say yes to the question I'm about to ask him.

"What's up? Are you good?" I hear softly on the other end of the line.

"Yeah I was just hoping, you'll say on the phone while I fall asleep? If you don't want to, I get it." I say quietly, I know if I fall asleep without someone on the phone I probably won't be able to get any good sleep.

"Yeah, sure I don't mind. Are they back?" Out of everyone in my life, Sam is the only one who knows what happened to my parents, but he doesn't know I'm still searching for their killer. I have nightmares pretty often about what happened. Usually I just stay awake for days at a time so I can avoid them. Although recently every night when I go to sleep, I see their faces..

This summer I barely slept so that's probably why he's asking them if their back. He does know me well.

"Yeah. How did you know?"

"I saw it on your face today at school, you looked tired, like really tired. Have you been getting any sleep lately?" Well I don't think that's something you're supposed to say to a woman.

"Nah, not really but it's okay. Thanks for staying on the line with me." I simply state while I hear him mutter a faint welcome as I succumb to the darkness.

I looked around me and all I saw was endless black. I try to sit up but I realize I'm being held down by something, I look down and see my wrists bound by chains attached to the floor. I try to struggle out of them but it's no use, I lay back against the black floor.

As soon as I was about to try again, I'm suddenly enclosed in a glass box big enough to hold a few people. The chains on my wrist are gone so I start pounding on the glass hoping it'll break. When I go to pound the glass once more, the box starts filling with some strange liquid.

No, not liquid, gel?

It fills the box quickly as the area around grows thick. I take a deep breath and sink below the surface of the gel. I start to close my eyes accepting my fate when I see three pairs of eyes looking back at me. I look closer and am met with a pair of icy blue eyes and a bright flash.

I wake up gasping for air as I frantically try to get a hold of my surroundings. I sit there trying to catch my breath as I notice it's still light and check the time as I realize it's seven in the morning.

Guess I slept through the night.

I put a fresh pair of clothes on and ran out the door not wanting to be late for school. All I think about on my walk to school are those icy blue eyes and the dream that has my bones rattled.