They're just dreams... Right?

Chapter One

Beep, beep.

I roll over. 6:20 a.m. Time to get up at get ready for school.

I stand up and stretch. My vision starts to darken and my brain goes numb, along with my legs. I sit down on my bed to keep from falling down.

After I go to the bathroom, I go back to my room and do my mascara, a little bit of eyeshadow and a little foundation.

I curl my hair, which takes fifteen minutes then I get on a white shirt on with sleeves that reach my elbows and some regular skinny jeans. I decide to wear a scarf too, so I put on a blue infinity scarf.

Downstairs, I hear my parents in the kitchen. I pull on some socks and go downstairs.

"Good morning, Bray," my dad, Steve, says.

I smile in return.

"What would you like for breakfast?" my mother, Stephanie, asks.

"I'll just have some cereal," I answer.

My parents nod and keep eating their breakfast.

Lately my parents haven't been talking to me much. They're either hiding something or don't like me, I don't know.

Just then my younger brother, Troy, walks in. Just so you know, we look nothing alike. He has brown hair, I have black. He has brown eyes, I have blue. He has some light freckles, I have none. So you get it, we look nothing alike.

He come and sits at the table, pouring the last of the cereal into his bowl.

"Good morning, Troy. How are you today?" our mother asks, genuinely.

He grumbles a reply, because he had just woken up and was still tired.

"Do you have any plans today, Troy?" our dad asks.

He shakes his head, no.

"Bray, do you work?" Stephanie asks, her tone changing..

I shook my head.

As I finish my breakfast, my parents mainly keep talking to Troy and eating.

When I'm done, I head back to my room and finish getting ready.

At 7:45, I'm ready to go. I go downstairs and wait for Troy. I sit at the bar and get my phone out.

My lock screen says I got a text. I don't recognize the number. I unlock my phone and go to my messages. I click on the unknown number and look at the text.

Be prepared, it reads.

I frown, confused. Who sent me this?

Suddenly, my vision goes black and I can't see a thing. I try to grab the countertop so I won't fall but my hands won't move. They're bound behind me.

Then as fast as it came, it left. I could see again and Troy was standing by the door, looking at me expectantly.

I shook my head, grabbed my keys and headed out the door.

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I folded my arms on my desk and laid my head down.

It was third hour, right after lunch, and we were a quarter way through watching a movie on some war, in History.

I closed my eyes and when I opened them up again it was pitch black, instead of the dim History room.

After straining to see anything and not succeeding, I tried my next sense; hearing. But it was dead silent. So I tried my next sense; touch.

I started with what I was laying on. Dirt. Really fine dirt with a few small rocks. I tried moving but like before my hands were bound behind me. I tried my legs but, they too, were bound at the ankles. Then I realized something was in my mouth. A gag.

I rolled onto my back and bent my knees then pulled my arms out from under me, thankful for my small frame. After I succeed at that, I took the gag out of my mouth then start to bite at the knots that bound my hands.

Suddenly, I barely hear voices, too far away to hear what they're saying, though. I yank at the knot and, luckily, it came undone so I start on the bounds on my ankles and succeeded. I jumped up and pressed myself up against the wall then shuffled slowly to my left, towards the voices that were slowly coming closer, because they had to be coming from an entrance, right?

The voices and I kept getting closer and closer. I kept looking for something to hide behind but there was nothing. Then finally, right about as I got to the top of a small hill there was a boulder. And it was a good thing it was there cause the voices came over the top of it.

I looked at the owners' of the voices I heard, not bothering to listen to what they were saying. I looked at the one carrying the light.

It was a teenage boy, about my age with brown hair and brown eyes. He had on a gray t-shirt and blue jeans.

I looked at his partner... and nearly blew my cover. He. Was. Gorgeous. He was also about my age but had blonde hair and golden eyes and when the light was right I could see flecks of blue, even from a distance. He was smiling at his friend and it was making my stomach flutter. He was wearing a black t-shirt and dark blue jeans. A belt was strung along his waist carrying several different types of knives.

I glanced back at his partner. He, too, had a weapons belt.

I close my eyes and pushed myself against the wall and boulder, hoping not to be noticed.

"Think she's still out?" one of them asked.

"Don't know. Guess we'll find out," the other replied.

I opened my eyes, only to find myself in the History room again.

I checked several things: my classmates. They paid no extra attention to me. The teacher. He was playing games on his iPad. The time. We only had a few minutes left... Then finally, my wrists. They were sore but showed no signs of being bound.

Quietly, I gathered up my stuff and sat at the edge of my seat, waiting for the bell to ring.

-Hello. I'm glad you checked out my first chapter. Thank you so much if you're reading this. Let me know how you liked it. If you liked it, vote or comment or message me. If you didn't, you can tell me by commenting or messaging me (*gasp*). Please tho. I don't want to waste my time on it, if no one likes it. Thanks and peace out.