Through The Dark

Chapter 4

    Zayn jolted awake suddenly with a hard gasp. Cold sweat beaded down his body. His lungs burned as he felt it difficult to catch his breath.

    He sat up in his panting for breath. His eyes filled with tears at the memory of the nightmare. 'What the fuck was that' he wondered. He tried shaking the thoughts out of his head so that he could rest, but he couldn't. 

    He realized how thirsty he was. It felt as if he hadn't drank in days. With a whimper of exhaustion and fear, he stood up and made his way to his door.

    He weakly made his way down the stairs. He felt like he would collaspe any second. He noticed a familiar figure sitting a the dining table.

    "M-mum," he said weakly.

    "Zaynie, sweetheart," she said worridely, jumping up to steady him. She helped him to a chair.

    "Baby, what's wrong? What happened?" she asked frantically. She grabbed a cloth and wiped the sweat off of her son's face.

    "Water," zayn asked driely. Trisha quikly made her to the sink and got her son what he needed. She helped him sip the water slowly.

    "What happened, love?" Trisha asked softly. Zayn's eyes welled up with tears.

    "I- I just had a really bad dream is all," he whispered, resting his chin on his mother's shoulder.

    "Aw sweetie," his mother comforted, "Come on, lets go lay down in bed and you can tell me about it."

    Trisha helped Zayn up and half carried him up the stairs. Even though he was fifteen now, he was still her baby.

    They laid down in bed, Zayn cuddling into his mother. She stroked up and down his back, a method she had used since he was a baby to calm him.

    "Tell me about your night mare sonshine," she said softly.

    Zayn shook his head. He didn't want to think about it. He nestled into his mum's neck and closed his eyes. He was asleep nearly instantly.

   

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    Blood gushed from Zayn's chest as he ran as fast he his legs would carry him. He didn't know what he was running from, but he knew that whatever it was, he didn't want it to catch him.

    He dodged trees and roots as he ran for his life. Suddenly he tripped over something. His vision became blurry at the impact. He tried to hold on but suddenly everything went black.

    "Don't worry little Zaynie" he heard a deathly voice say to him.

    "I wont hurt you" the voice continued. "You're special, different."

   "I'm here to warn you, sweetie" the voice said. Zayn wanted to move, run, but he couldn't. He had no choice but to listen to what the was saying. Zayn could feel the tears streaming down his cheeks.

   "You're soon to become a hero, young man. You need to remain strong through your journey. Some "friendly" faces in your life may turn out to not be so friendly."

    "Leave me alone!"

    "Hahahaha," it laughed. "You shouldn't talk to me like that, little one."

    Zayn shivered in fear. What did this thing want from him? What even is it?

    His eyes fluttered open, trying to see the monster. But instead, he saw an attractive man. He was probably in his early fifties. He had long brown hair tied back in a ponytail, chocolate brown eyes, but they weren't kind. They looked dark and cold. He wore a wicked smile on his face.