Dead On Earth

Chapter Two

I woke up the next morning with the same feeling as I did when I was in the dream: useless and confused. I glanced at my hands which had somehow become grazed and full of dried blood. Attempting to hold back my scream, I frantically tried to scratch off the blood but my nails weren’t thick enough, even if my nails were rather long. I felt an eerie presence in my room, question was, what was it? Glancing around the room, I gasped, a sword was staring at me, the handle was fluro green and the blade was pure silver. On the handle was radiating gold, I realised it was my name. The sword was mine! I also realised it was the same sword from my dream. I shuddered at the thought of my dream; I just wanted to forget it, not for it to come alive. Deciding to forget about it for now, I got changed and went for breakfast, I walked into the kitchen with a rare gloomy expression and just as my parents saw it, they glanced at each other, my dad gave my mother a hard expression and my mother rolled her eyes and just as she opened her mouth to speak I silenced her.

“I had a nightmare; a scary one.” I sighed and sat down on my favourite chair, my mother placed my salad in front of me, a fork stabbed into a piece of lettuce.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She asked her face full of sympathy. I shook my head. We all finished our food in silence.

I finished my salad quickly before running back to my room to sit on my bed and stare at the sword for a while, I estimated around fifteen minutes. I ended up giving up on watching it; I got up and walked over to the sword. Breathing in and out before I grabbed hold of the sword and t the same time I heard groans outside my house. I ran to the window to see what was going on, and I frowned at what I saw, which was, a female and two males on their backsides right in front of my house. The two guys looked smug but the female looked confused. They looked vaguely familiar, where from? I noticed they were holding swords just as I was, though different colours and a different radiating light. I ran out of the bedroom and out of the house fully, before I stood in front of them, they glanced up at me in unison and gawked.

“What? Is there something on my face?” I asked, eyes widening my hand lifting to my face and instantly the boys laughed whilst the girl sighed. A boy with brown eyes and brown hair shook his head, and the other one, with green eyes and brown hair was staring at me like I was a circus animal.

“You were in my dream last night,” the green eyed boy paused and glanced at the other male and female, “as where you both as well.”

I nodded and bit my lip. “The same thing happened to me, all of use where in my dream.”

“And me.” The female and brown eyed male said.

I let out an exasperated sigh and I crossed my arms. I couldn’t believe this! What the hell was going on here? We – all four of us – were all having the same dream. All had a sword that looked similar but not quite exactly alike as anyone else’s, and they all landed on my front porch!

Normally, if I had found out that I was in someone’s dream I would feel flattered, but right now, I felt anything but flattered: confused, frustrated, exhausted even. I was positive that this wasn’t a dream at all, this was reality; I could still feel my breakfast digesting in my stomach. I gritted my teeth hastily as I stared at the three newcomers once again, once glancing back to her house and sighed.

“None of you have any place to go, do you?” I asked the four, and like they could read each other’s mind, they all shook their head in unison. Great. I bit onto my bottom lip before looking at the ground guilty, surely my parents wouldn’t allow three strangers stay in our house, they weren’t that kind or maybe there is a side of them I didn’t know? “Well, there is a hotel not so far, maybe you could stay there?” I suggested and just as quickly as they got here, all three of their faces fell into a frown. “Don’t look at me like that!” I groaned, covering my hands over my eyes dramatically. “My parents wouldn’t allow any of you to stay with us, without meeting your parents, or not knowing you before. I can’t help what my parents’ thoughts are.” Even for the needy, the thought didn’t need to be spoken out loud; the four words were unspoken but much heard.