So when i opened my eyes and saw a guy standing over my bed, I had to assume I'd finally fallen asleep.
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And when i noticed the shiny silver knife gripped in his hand, the kind nof pretty decorative blade that has no practical application but murder. I decided this was not a dream, I wanted to see it through the end. It would have been nice to stay asleep a little longer, but now I was going to have ti wake myself before nightmare boy used his knife to gut me.
"Wake up, Mia," I told myself in a voice that came out hoarse and scratchy, like it would have if I'd actually awakened.
The guy startled back from my bed. He dropped the knife and it feel straight down and stuck in the wood floor with a thunk. Must be sharp,. He scrambled to yank it free, but looked unsure what to do with it after that. His face was in the shadow, but his white, white eyes and jerky movements told me he was scared.
I closed my eyes, hoping I'd open them to a new dream.
But there were no more dreams that night, only nightmare boy's soft, retreating footsteps.
When I opened my eyes, feeling as thouogh I hadn't slept at all, it was the morning I'd been dreaading. The morhing when my brother, Parker, and I would return to school for the fierst time since the quake.
If i were to ask a magic ball I would be certain it confirm my suspicion that a knife in your dream was a bad omen. Not that I needed an omen to give me heads-up that this day was going to suck.
As i dragged myself out of bed, I noticfed a small split in the floor, right about where Nightmare Boy's knife had lodged itsel in the floorboards. Strange. Then again, there was plenty of other cracks and splits on the old floor of ny restored attic bedroom.
I put thoughts of the dream away. I had bigger problems...
Real problems, to worry about. I didn't know what to expect back in school, but if the changes had taken root throughout the rest of the city were any indication, I should probably give in and expect the worst, as usual.
Thanks for the warning nightmare boy. Not that it'll do me any good.
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ParanormalMia Price is a lighting addict. Los Angeles, where lightning rarely strikes, is one of the few places Mia feels safe from her addiction. But after a devastating earthquake, the city is transformed into a minefield of chaos and danger. Two warring cu...
