Collision Course | Billy Hargrove Fanfic|

4. Nightmares

A sinister cry echoed through the darkness. Quin was in what seemed to be a forest, it was damp and gloomy, filled with rotting bark and boggy grounds. The sound repeated again, sending shivers down her spine. She could feel the humid air stuck to her skin, making it slick with sweat. The smell was wretched like she was wadding through pounds of rotting produce. The cry came again except it was closer. Heavy breathing and snapping of twigs sounded, making the girls heart jump.

Something cackled only a few feet away and that was enough for Quin to take off running, blindly into the forest. Twigs whipped her face and vines caught around her ankles. Her bare foot caught on something, maybe a tree root, or maybe something grabbed her. The girl tumbled to the ground, summersaulting a few times before landing heavily on her back. Every thing hurt. Her body screamed for her to just stay there and lie still but her mind begged her to keep moving.

Another growl sounded from somewhere in the darkness which was responded by multiple others. It was too late.

A figure appeared from the darkness, its body slender and fit like a dogs, but instead of fur it was slimy skin much like a frogs. Quins eyes slowly scanned the creature until they stopped upon its face, if you could even call it that.It had no eyes and no nose, it was bulbed and came down to a point like a flower that was about to bloom. A very ugly flower. 

Quin reached her hand out, her heart hammering in her throat. She should be more afraid but, it was intriguing her somehow.

 As her small shaky hand was mer inches from its face it opened it's mouth, full of thousands of sharp little teeth in little imperfect rows. As it did so it let out an ear piercing shriek. it lounged forwards, landing on top of Quins fatigued body. It's large claw like paws pressing down on her chest, squeezing the air out of her. Her back pressed into the boggy ground, squelching into the mud. She turned her face away and squeezed her eyes shut. The monster leaned closer, opening it face again, swinging a claw into the air and back down again and-

Quin shot awake. Her body was sticky with sweat, the hair on the back of her neck plastered down and small droplets of moisture shinned on her face. Her chest heaved with the effort to breathe as her mind raced to collect itself.

 "It was just a bad dream, you're okay, it was just a dream." She cooed to herself, fist still wrapped tightly in her lavender covers. 

After a few moments of quietly collecting herself, Quin rubbed her face and swung her feet down to the floor. Glancing over at the clock and sighed in disappointment. "Wow, its a Sunday and I managed to sleep in until 8:03. Go me." 

Grumbling she girl slid from her bed, and shuffled her way to the door. She was thinking about showering but, as she opened the door an unexpected smell floated up from the kitchen. Pancakes. 

Heart beating hard against her ribs, she raced down the stairs with a smile already plastered on her face. As the girl slid around the corner, it took everything in her not to squeal with excitement.

The image infront of her would have anyone believe this was a normal Sunday tradition for the household. Her mother, still dressed in her pyjamas but still seemingly flawless stood at the stove finishing up the last batch of fluffy pancakes as her father, looking tired but still content, sipped at his coffee and read the morning paper. 

" Good morning sweetheart, how was your sleep?" Her father was the first one to look up, peeking over the edge of his paper and through his reading glasses. 

" It was okay. Why aren't you guys at work?" She shuffled over to the fridge after grabbing a glass from the cabinet. Reaching in she pulled out the organ juice and brought both things over to the table with her, knowing as they ate she would want a refill.